Mag-log inOnce upon a time, they were friends. But high school changed everything. Ethan Cole became the untouchable king of the rink: star hockey forward, party legend, and the guy who now treats Mia Harper like trash. Popularity went to his head, and the boy she used to know vanished. Mia, meanwhile, is the quiet overachiever buried in books and AP classes—the virgin nerd who's never even been kissed, let alone anything more. When Ethan's GPA threatens to bench him from the team right before playoffs, desperation forces him to swallow his pride and approach the one person who can help him. The deal is simple: Mia tutors him in exchange for "experience." Kisses. Touches. Lessons in everything she's curious about but too shy to chase on her own. But old memories have a way of thawing even the coldest hearts. Late-night study sessions turn heated and the line between fake intimacy and real vulnerability blurs fast. Can two people who started as enemies rewrite their story... or will the ice between them stay frozen forever? [CONTENT WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature readers 18+ only. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.]
view moreETHAN ♠ I knew I shouldn't have bothered hiding. I was in the chemistry lab trying—really trying—to focus on a difficult topic when the door banged open.I didn't have to turn to know who it was.Kathleen stormed in with her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of anger.“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ethan?!”I closed the textbook slowly. “What do you want from me, Kathleen?”She slammed the door behind her.“What do I want from you?” Her voice was ice-cold. “I want you to stop acting like a total pushover by defending that loser! You humiliated me in front of the entire school, Ethan! Everyone’s talking about it.”I finally lifted my head and met her glare head-on.“You humiliated yourself.”Her mouth dropped open for a second before snapping shut. She took two steps closer, her heels clicking sharply against the tile.“I messed up, okay? I admit it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started that poll. It was stupid. But can we go back to how things were before? We were so good together.
[A FEW HOURS LATER…]MIA ♥I sat in the guidance counselor’s office with my knees pressed together, my hands were clasped so tightly that my knuckles were white. Mrs. Delgado’s desk smelled like candles, and the clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have. I kept my gaze on the desk, knowing my eyes were swollen like hell by now.Mrs. Delgado leaned forward, her voice was gentle but firm. “Mia, you don’t need to worry. I’m not going to pry if you don’t want to talk. But you don’t look fine. Your face is all blotchy, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re okay?”I forced a smile that felt so plainly fake. “Yes, I’m fine. Really.”She hummed skeptically—and sighed through her nose. “You know you can talk to me, right? I know that kids can be vicious.”My throat tightened. “I know. But I’m okay.”She studied me for another long second, then nodded slowly. “Alright. If you say so.” She flipped open a folder on her desk. “You volunteered for the Peer-to-Peer Tutoring Program last semes
MIA ♥I kept repeating it like a mantra in my head as I pushed through the front doors of Westfield High.‘Don’t think about him. Don’t think about him.’ I slammed my locker open harder than necessary. Stop. Just stop.I reached for my bio textbook, my fingers shaking a little. My reflection in the tiny mirror taped by the door looked back at me.I looked small. I looked stupid.A few make-out sessions. One night of his tongue between my legs. That was all it took for me to turn into this… this mess. I'd gotten attached. Like some lovesick idiot who forgot the rules.‘Fuck, why am I so stupid?’It was obviously just physical for him. A distraction. So why did it feel like someone had reached inside my chest and twisted?I was still staring at my own pathetic reflection when I heard giggling behind me.I turned to see two junior girls laughing by the water fountain, looking at their phones and glancing my way.My stomach dropped when I realized it wasn’t just them.Heads were turnin
ETHAN ♠ I stood there in the dim hallway, my jeans half-zipped, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest. Kathleen was still on her knees in front of me, her lips swollen, looking up with a confused pout.“What the fuck, Ethan?” she snapped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Let’s continue. You were literally groaning two seconds ago.”I shoved her shoulder pushing her back so she had to catch herself on the tile. “Get off me.”She scrambled to her feet, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me? What’s your problem?”I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t. My brain was still replaying the look on Mia’s face—the way her eyes went wide, then glassy with tears.Fuck. She’d seen everything. I zipped up, my hands shaking. “We’re done.”Kathleen laughed sharply. “Done? You’re kidding. What, because that fat whore walked by? You’re bothered about Fatty Mia seeing us? Seriously?”Something in me snapped.I turned on her so fast she flinched. “Say that about her again
MIA ♥I tugged my scarf up higher as I walked into the hallway, but it was practically useless. The scarf—that I'd stolen from my mom—sat snug around my neck to hide my guilty secret. I’d thrown it on this morning without thinking, desperate to hide the faint purple mark Ethan had left on my neck
MIA ♥My heart's hammering like a drum in my chest, and I can't tell if it's from rage or something else... Ethan's leaning in with that stupid smirk on his face, his breath hot against my skin, and all I can think is how much I want to slap him—or maybe pull him closer. God, what is wrong with m
MIA ♥I slammed the front door shut behind me—okay, not slammed, more like closed it with a little extra force.The bus ride home had been a nightmare all because of the kid beside me that was blasting TikToks without headphones. My backpack also felt like it weighed a ton. I kicked off my sneaker
ETHAN ♠I slammed my locker harder than I meant to, mainly because I was pissed. Mr. Hargrove, the science teacher, had demanded to see me. That either meant that I was in trouble or... I was in trouble.I'd been slacking in my assignments but I hoped I could wiggle away with my charm. I'd done it
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