LOGIN~ He was supposed to make her fall. He didn’t plan on falling first. ~ Wren Castellano has spent two years perfecting the art of being invisible. She wears her late mother’s oversized cardigans, hides behind thick glasses, keeps her head and avoids the spotlight. Being unnoticed feels safer than being seen. So when we goes to college, she expects to remain invisible forever. Then the most popular boy on campus knocks on her door on the first day of college. Callum ‘Cal’ Ferreira is the golden-boy captain of the university hockey team. Everyone knows his face, his jersey number, and his reputation. When Cal knocks on Room 309, Wren assumes he has the wrong door. He doesn’t. He has come because of a hockey-team tradition and a bet. The rules are simple: Cal has until Winter Formal to get the mysterious girl from Room 309 to fall in love with him attend the dance with him publicly. If he fails, he has to give up his position as Captain for the rest of the year. What begins as a harmless locker-room date quickly becomes something neither Wren nor Cal expected. But when Wren eventually discovers that the boy she fell in love with initially approached her because of a bet, every memory they shared becomes suspect. Was any of it real? And can love survive when its beginning was a lie? Winning her was easy. Getting her to trust him again will be the real challenge.
View MoreWren’s POVApparently, sitting on chairs was no longer acceptable. For some reason, everyone decided we needed to move to the floor for the game.I almost smiled. Finally. I was going to get off Cal’s lap. As everyone else got off the chairs and began to arrange themselves into a circle crosslegged on the floor.I shifted forward, placed my legs against the floor and began to push myself up, ready to stand. Suddenly, Cal’s arm tightened around my waist.No!He dragged me back onto his lap fully. I turned to look at him. He didn’t even look back. Instead, he simply waited while everyone else dragged cushions onto the floor and arranged themselves into a circle.Within minutes, everyone was seated. Everyone except us. I cringed inside. Cal remained in his chair with me on his lap, towering above the circle like he had absolutely no intention of moving.I stared at him. He looked completely comfortable. I was anything but comfortable. I was painfully aware of every inch of him beneath m
Wren’s POV My jaw dropped immediately. “Absolutely not!” My voice came out much louder than I intended. Several heads turned towards us. But I didn’t care. There was no way I was playing truth or dare, let alone going first. I had never been part of the popular crowd. I didn’t attend parties. I didn’t know how to flirt. I barely knew how to have a normal conversation with people I didn’t already know. And I had definitely never played truth or dare before. The extent of my knowledge came from the YA romance novels I sneakily red in my room at nights. And if those novels were anything to go by, then truth or dare was basically just a gateway to public humiliation, terrible decisions and secrets that should never leave the privacy of someone’s diary. So No! Absolutely not. Cal looked amused. “You can’t turn down our offer.” “Offer? You call this an offer? What kind of horrible offer is this?” His mouth twitched. “What exactly is the problem with this now?” “Why ar
Wren’s POV ‘I can’t breathe.’ That was my first coherent thought. My second was that I was sitting on Callum Ferreira’s lap. Somehow, those two facts were connected. I’d barely stopped coughing when Cal had reached out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me on his lap. I didn’t even had time to protest. Now his arms were wrapped securely around my waist, one hand resting against my side as if having me sitting on his lap was the most natural thing in the world. It wasn’t. At least, it wasn’t natural to me. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. “Easy,” Cal murmured into my ear. He was too close. Too close for comfort. How was I supposed to be easy when I was sitting on the hockey captain’s lap in front of half of his team? I tried to move. His arm tightened. Not enough to hurt me but just enough to make it clear that I wasn’t going anywhere. My eyes widened. “Cal-” He ignored me. Instead, he turned toward the guys sitting around us. “So, did you guys see that se
“Who’s the new baddie?” Deacon leaned toward me, shouting over the music. I barely heard him. I was sitting back on the couch, half listening to my teammates argue about last night’s game. Some girl whose name I didn’t remember was gently stroking my hair. I followed his gaze across the room. And froze. A girl had just walked through the door. She was stunning. Long hair falling over her shoulders. A fitted top. Short skirt. Her face was framed perfectly by makeup and there was something about the way she carried herself that made heads turn. Including mine. I stood. “Who is she?” Deacon asked. “I don’t know.” But even as I said it, something about her looked familiar. I stared harder. No. That couldn’t be right. I crossed the room, desperate to get a closer look. The closer I got, the stronger the feeling became. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same little crease between her brows. The girl in Room 309. My eyebrows rose. Impossible. The girl I’d met earlier had been buried






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