LOGINDawn’s Point of ViewI never saw Killian yesterday. I texted him in the afternoon to make plans, and he said he was tired and would call later. Then I was so exhausted after my shift that I fell asleep.I woke up this morning to an unanswered string of messages from him. He’s asking me about content because I didn’t go yesterday, and I just say I’ll be there this morning. Being Wednesday, I don’t have a lot of classes, so I’m free to start working on content with the guys.This morning, I get to class early, and I’m not prepared for who is already sitting near the front.Ellie. My heart starts racing even as I make my way to my seat.“Hi babe,” LJ says, dropping next to me, and I give her a smile, my eyes on Ellie.“What’s wrong?” She asks, following my line of sight, and when she sees Ellie there, she turns to me with a glint of concern in her eyes.“Are you okay?” She asks me, and I nod my head.“I will be,” I say, then try to focus on my notes. She can do whatever she wants.Ellie
Killian’s Point of ViewShe walks off with her tablet pressed against her chest, and I watch her go longer than I should, long enough that Devon nudges me with his stick.“Stop staring before someone notices and starts asking questions you have no answers for.”I chuckle softly before walking back onto the ice. He was right. I wasn’t ready for a lot of things, and admitting what was going on with Dawn was one of them.I am not ready for a lot of things right now, apparently.We finish the session, and I head into the locker room and strip off my gear in silence, my mind elsewhere, running over the conversation from earlier.We never agreed to tell each other our problems. She said it like a fact, and the worst part is she is not wrong. That was the deal.She’s mine for the semester, and I help her chase her dream, which even her best friend doesn’t know about. I shouldn’t be bothered about her, but here I am thinking of her.I don’t know when it happened. Maybe it was the first night
Dawn’s Point of ViewHe thinks I am following him. The fuck?I can’t believe he just asked me that. I open my bag. Pull out the damn thing, and I shove the application form into his hands, hard enough that I hear him wince.“I applied months ago,“ I say, my voice coming out sharper than I planned. “Before any of this. Before I even fucked you.“He looks down at it, and I watch the realization move slowly across his face, the frown easing into something closer to understanding, and I take it back from him before he can say anything that will make this worse.“I needed the job,“ I say, keeping my voice calm. I hate explaining myself, but I won’t let him think I’m one of his puck bunnies. “I was as shocked as you when Professor Miraj told me there was an opening. Nobody is following you, Killian. I have an entire life that doesn’t orbit around you, believe it or not.“He opens his mouth to respond.“I am not one of your puck bunnies,“ I cut in before he can. “I know exactly what this is.
Killian’s Point of ViewI love her waking up in my bed. But also, I love watching her trying to pretend we are not together when half of the fucking school knows who she is to me now.I am walking back into the building for class when I spot Ellie across the courtyard, beaming at me as if we are fucking friends. What the hell is she doing here this early?I am about to walk past her when she sees me and changes direction, heading straight for me. Devon and Andrea are already flanking me, Devon muttering under his breath about what she could want this time.“Hell, if I know.“ I shrug, pulling my bag over my shoulder.She stops in front of me, and before I can tell her again that we have nothing to discuss, she gets there first.“Good, I caught you. I wanted to talk before you went in,“ she beams with a smile, glancing at Devon and Andrea.“What do you want, Ellie?“ I try to keep my voice calm because there’s something about her that just rubs me the wrong way since that night I found h
Dawn’s point of viewI wake up in Damian’s bed; it’s soft and smells like him.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body unable to move. There’s a tightness settling into my chest even as I think of what happened last time.I hear him in the bathroom, the water running, and I close my eyes and stay perfectly still. I slept in his bed and didn’t try to touch me.The water shuts off. His footsteps cross the room; there’s some noise as if his looking for something, then he stops.I feel him standing there, closer than before, and the silence stretches long enough that my pulse picks up despite myself. Then I hear him exhaling.“What the hell are you doing, Kill?“He mumbles, and then his footsteps move away, and the door clicks shut behind him.I lie there with my eyes still closed, turning the question over. What did he mean by that?When he comes back a few minutes later, he taps my shoulder gently, and I let myself stir, blinking up at him as if I am only just wa
Killian Point of ViewDamian had his hands on her. He had his fucking hands on what’s mine.He touched what is mine, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His hands on her arm, his face close to hers, and how he almost reached for her.“Kill.”“Why the hell was he touching you?” I ask, my voice dangerously low.“He wasn’t touching me,“ she says, reading my expression. “Not really. He grabbed my arm. That is all it was.““It didn’t look that way from where I was standing,“ I growl.She shakes her head, then wants to walk away from me.“Dawn.”“Killian.“ She stops on the pavement and turns to face me, eyes sharp despite the tears still drying on her face. “What did your mother mean? Not again. Again, like what?““You are avoiding my question,“ I say, even though I’m doing the same thing, but I want to know why the fuck she was so angry with him.“I am not avoiding anything. You are the one avoiding telling me the truth.“ Yep. She got me there, but I will do everything to avoid answe
Dawn's point of viewMy hand reaches for his shoulder. Something shifts in his expression for a second as he watches me. I smile at him, then he leans in, and he kisses me back, slowly at first, one hand cupping my face as if I am something worth being careful with.I didn’t expect that from him.
Dawn’s Point of View“Dawn. Dawn, stop. I’m sorry.”I don’t stop. I push out into the chilly night air and keep moving, keys already in my hand, and he follows me down the path, chasing after me.“I’m sorry. Just let me explain—”“Explain what?” I spin around, and the words come out low. “What exac
Dawn’s point of viewI don’t understand why he is angry. I lift my chin slightly. “I needed to calm the situation.”“You held his hand, Dawn.” His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken. My lips part and my stomach somersaults.“I was leading him away from a fight that you both started in the middle o
Dawn’s Point of ViewThe first time I met Killian, I knew something was about him. There was a darkness behind his eyes that didn’t sit well with me; it was calculated and restless, which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I told myself I was overthinking it. That I was reading too muc







