LOGINRyder stopped right in front of me, his tall frame blocking my view of half the ballroom. Up close, the familiar scent of his cedarwood cologne was much stronger, cutting through the smell of alcohol and vape smoke that filled the room.“Glad you made it, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low enough that I could barely hear him over the music.He held out a hand and gestured toward the elevated VIP section, where the two girls he had abandoned were still watching us with obvious irritation. “Come on. Come sit with me.”I looked at his outstretched hand, then raised an eyebrow and folded my arms more tightly across my oversized gray sweater.“I’m good right here, Cole.” I leaned back against the wall near the exit. “There’s no need for me to sit on your royal throne. I’m staying for exactly twenty minutes, maybe thirty if Chloe doesn’t lose her phone, and then I’m going straight back to my dorm.”Ryder slipped his hand into his pocket, an amused smile playing on his lips. His hazel eyes
The moment Chloe pushed open the heavy doors to the student union ballroom, the noise and heat hit me so hard that I almost turned around and walked straight back out. The bass thumped through the hardwood floor, vibrating in my chest, while flashing red and blue lights swept across a room packed with students. The air was thick with vape smoke, spilled alcohol, and sweat. Everywhere I looked, people were pressed against one another, dancing, shouting over the music, and sloshing drinks from their red Solo cups as though they had no worries in the world.This was my first college party, and it had taken less than three seconds for me to regret coming.“Isn’t this amazing?!” Chloe shouted into my ear, her eyes wide with excitement as she took in the crowd.“It’s loud!” I yelled back, pressing my hands over my ears. “And it smells like stale beer! Can we leave now?”“Are you kidding? We just got here!” Chloe grabbed my wrist and pulled me farther into the room. “Let’s find the bar!”I h
I slammed the door of my dorm room shut and leaned heavily against it, struggling to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell as I tried to calm my racing heart, but no matter how many deep breaths I took, I could not get one sentence out of my head.“I’ll think about it.”Why on earth had I said that? I should have given Ryder a flat-out no. I should have told him to take his shirtless torso and arrogant charm and jump into the frozen lake. Instead, I had stood there stammering like a nervous schoolgirl before practically running away from him. I could not believe I had let Ryder Cole leave me so flustered that I had forgotten how to form a proper sentence.“Whoa, chill out! What the hell was chasing you?”My roommate, Chloe, popped her head out from behind her desk, a half-applied face mask covering part of her face and her phone balanced precariously on her shoulder. She stared at me, taking in my flushed cheeks, disheveled appearance, and the way I was practically barricading the d
I was halfway across the courtyard when I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I knew exactly who it was, and I had no intention of stopping. It was already past 10.p.m, and all I wanted was to get back to my dorm, change into something comfortable, and finish the assignments waiting for me. I had wasted enough of my evening at the hockey game. I was not about to waste the rest of it dealing with Ryder Cole I told myself, quickening my pace toward the freshman quad. It is a game to him. He was just putting on a show.“Ava! Hey, Ava, wait up!”His voice rang out behind me, making my heart jump. I did not turn around. If anything, I walked faster. Ignore him. Keep walking. Maybe if I pretended not to hear him, he would get the message and go back to his adoring fans.“Ava, damn it, stop running!”Heavy footsteps pounded against the pavement behind me. He was catching up far too quickly, and before I could reach the library courtyard, a large, calloused hand closed around my wri
“He’s looking at you again!”A girl sitting two seats down from me in the front row grabbed her friend’s arm so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Oh my God, Ryder is literally staring right at you!”“No, he’s not,” her friend gasped, frantically fluffing her bleached blonde hair and tugging at her low-cut top. “Is my lipstick smeared? Tell me I look cute!”I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips together as I clutched my canvas tote bag against my chest. Idiots. They actually thought he was looking at them. The truth was far worse. Ryder’s hazel eyes were not wandering across the front row. They were fixed on mine, and even with the thick plexiglass barrier between us, I could feel his stare. The arena was freezing, yet my skin felt strangely warm under his attention.I forced myself to look away, focusing on my worn canvas sneakers instead. It means nothing, I reminded myself. It is just a game to him. He looks at every girl on this campus like that. It is what arrogant, entitled j
The day after my cafeteria war with Ryder and his gang, I was buried deep in a microeconomics textbook in the quietest corner of the library, trying to get the image of his soaking-wet black T-shirt out of my head. I had spent the last twenty-four hours telling myself that he had probably forgotten about me by now and that my dramatic exit had bruised his fragile ego enough to make him stay away. Then the chair across from me scraped loudly against the floor. “Mind if I sit, sweetheart?” My head snapped up. Ryder stood there, dropping his heavy gym bag onto the chair beside him. He was not wearing his varsity jacket or a jersey today. Instead, he had on a dark grey hoodie that fit closely across his broad shoulders and dark denim that sat low on his hips. Somehow, he still managed to look annoyingly good for a Thursday afternoon. I dropped my highlighter onto the table and glared at him. “The entire library is empty, Cole. Find another table.” Instead of listening, Ryder p







