Mia polishes off her first bottle of beer before starting in on the second. Her alcohol consumption is turning out to be more of a sprint rather than a marathon. "You're just going to sit back and do absolutely nothing about this?"I give her a blank look because yeah-that's exactly what the plan is. For the time being, I'm going to lay low and ride this one out. What else does she expect me to do? Haven't I singlehandedly caused enough damage to my friendship with Sam?She scowls, looking frustrated by my lack of response before doling out more unsolicited advice. Alcohol, unfortunately, brings out the armchair therapist in Mia."For starters, you could pull on your big girl panties, and tell him how you really feel." When I remain stubbornly silent, her expression softens. "I can see how much the situation is tearing you apart. I get that you made a mistake. But it's not the end of the world, Violet. If you want Sam, then you need to be honest with him about your feelin
Thirty minutes slide by and the bar is packed to the gills. Several other football players have joined our group. They've pulled up chairs or stand around the table laughing and talking, swigging beer from their bottles.Where the college athletes go, the inevitable groupies who are looking for a little hookup action at the end of the night follow. They've found laps to hang out on in tiny skirts that barely cover their asses.Thankfully, none of them have planted themselves on Sam.I don't think I could bear that. The facade I've donned for the evening is fragile. To sit next to him and pretend that everything is normal is more difficult than I imagined. Even though I'm having a good time, I'm unbearably aware of Sam's presence beside me. The way his knee settles against mine. The subtle touches here and there. I'm wound up so tight that it feels like I could explode from the pressure building inside me.It's only when his fingers slip gently over mine and he drags me out
All I want is to grab hold of Violet and yank her into my arms. Need pounds through my body like a steady drumbeat. It's all I can think about. Dancing with her, holding her in my arms again-I couldn't do it any longer, knowing that she wasn't mine.That I had lost her.That she wants to be friends and nothing more.Here's what I know-I can't go back to the way it was when Violet was oblivious to my feelings. Oblivious to the need spiking through my veins.The distance between us is palpable. It's like a chasm. One that feels insurmountable. And that sucks. It's never been like this between us, and it scares the shit out of me. All I want is for our relationship to go back to the way it was before that fucking photograph was splashed all over social media.I never wanted our relationship to backpedal or stall. I was thrown off by the situation. And then it spiraled out of control.But I've had time to wade through this mess, and deal with everything hurtling at me in h
Seven months later...Roan-Mr. Hotshot Rookie of the Year-helps me carry the heavy couch up two flights of stairs. As we crest the landing, Violet scrambles to open the door. She slides out of our way before pointing at the far wall under the window of the tiny apartment we're now renting. "Put it down over there." As we lower the monstrous thing to the ground, she directs, "A little more to the left, please."Roan shoots me a look as we shuffle to the left."Nope, too far. Go back just a smidge."We sidle to the right before hesitating. When she smiles, we set it down on the carpeted floor."Perfect!"As I stretch my back and shoulders, my gaze strays to Violet as she fusses around the couch, adding cushions and pillows. The way she looks in those tight cutoff jean shorts-especially when she bends over to grab something off the floor-has me wishing that Roan would disappear. It also has me thinking about all the ways I plan to christen our brand-new apartment in the nea
Sam slides onto the chair parked next to me about thirty seconds after class begins. His jean-clad leg presses up against mine as he settles in. Not taking my eyes off the professor, who has already launched into the lecture for the day, I whisper from the corner of my mouth, "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Harper."Even though I'm not looking his way, I know he's grinning from ear to ear. I can all but feel it. His smiles are as blinding as the sun. Heat radiates from them in heavy waves. Any minute his warm breath is going to feather across my-"I had to haul ass all the way from the stadium." He snorts before adding, "Coach scheduled a midafternoon practice just for the fun of it."Well...that last comment is debatable. It's early November, and damn chilly out. The Bulldogs have been on an incredible winning streak this season, which means ramped up practices and workout schedules so they can keep their number one seed going into the playoffs. At this point, everyone in th
"Much," I squeak as my heart continues to jackhammer painfully under my breast.He glances around and asks, "So, where's what's-his-face? Hasn't he been meeting you after class?"I send him one of those I-don't-really-want-to-talk-about-it looks, and he immediately chortles, which isn't a good look on him. "Jeez, Vi, ran another one off already, huh? That was fast. Even for you.""Eight days," I confirm reluctantly. Which is par for the course where I'm concerned. My relationships have absolutely zero staying power. I've had cartons of milk sitting in my fridge that have outlasted some of these guys.Which is...yeah...just plain sad."I don't know why you bother."I shake my head and agree with the sentiment. "Me, neither." "Off to sociology?"I'm not even sure why he asks. The guy probably knows my schedule better than I do."Yup, then I'm done for the day." Although I do have a ton of studying to plow my way through this afternoon, which is pretty standard. There
"Dude, I'm curious-when was the last time you got laid?" Dylan pauses for a beat before forging ahead with the conversation. "I'm being totally serious right now."Sadly, I know he is.Not bothering to answer, because doing so will only perpetuate the conversation, I glance around the Sigma party. It's as jam-packed and out of control as I suspected it would be. We're talking elbow to elbow crowd, music at an ear shattering decibel, a few games of strip beer pong already in progress, drinks galore from the makeshift bar, and-if my nose isn't deceiving me-a few bowls of pot being passed around. It isn't even ten yet, and this party is just getting started. Although, none of that stops me from zeroing in on Violet like a heat-seeking missile. Even though she's clear across the room, I keep my sights locked on her.I hoist the beer to my lips and take a swig. "What? You keeping tabs on me or something?"Because that's not creepy at all.A knowing brow slides its way across h
She screeches to a halt, refusing to budge any further. Her dark brows lower over eyes that spark with anger. Her hands bunch at her sides like she's contemplating whether or not to throw a punch.Like I said-goddamn sexy.She grits between clenched teeth, "He was not a drunken idiot! He was actually a nice guy and you chased him off."Fine. Maybe he was.But still...I give her a considering look before stating the obvious, "He didn't seem to mind that I stole you right from beneath his nose, now did he?" Violet makes that growling noise deep in her throat again. Damn, but she's adorable when she's all riled up. It makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and carry her out of here. But I don't. She's liable to cause even more physical damage to my person if I were to attempt something along those lines. "Sam!" My name explodes from her lips in frustration. "That's only because you let him think we were a couple!" She throws her arms wide. "Of course, he was going