LOGINMayaI walk into the house knowing the house meeting is about to happen.Honestly, I’m expecting a fight.Last night had been completely out of control.When I walked into the living room this morning it looked like a hurricane of beer bottles, pizza boxes, and random strangers had blown through the place. There had been hockey players passed out on the couch, girls I didn’t even recognize sleeping on the floor, and the smell of alcohol hanging in the air like it had soaked into the walls.My house.The place that was supposed to feel safe.Instead it felt like someone else’s party house.And the worst part?I hadn’t even been able to come home.I had to spend the night next door because I didn’t feel comfortable walking into whatever that mess had become.So yeah.This meeting is happening whether Logan likes it or not.When I step into the living room, both Logan and Bree are already there.Bree is sitting in the armchair with her legs tucked under her, looking nervous.Logan is pac
LoganThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence.Which is strange considering last night.The house should still be a disaster.Instead it’s quiet.Too quiet.I roll out of bed and step into the hallway. A couple of my teammates are still passed out in the living room downstairs.Yeah.That looks more like the aftermath I expected.I run a hand through my hair, thinking about last night.The party got bigger than I planned. Way bigger.A few guys from the team showed up.Then a few girls.Then apparently the Deltas heard about it and the whole thing turned into something between a housewarming party and a frat party.Which is exactly the kind of thing Maya didn’t want happening in this house.I rub the back of my neck.That conversation tonight is not going to be fun.I step outside to get some air.And that’s when I notice it.Across the yard.Cole Ryder’s front door opens.And Maya walks out.My eyes narrow slightly.She’s wearing different clothes than she had on yeste
MayaThe sound of running water wakes me slowly.For a few seconds I’m confused.This isn’t my room.The ceiling looks different.The bed feels different.Then it hits me.I’m in Cole’s bed.My heart flutters for a moment as the memories from last night come back.Working on the paper.Talking.That kiss.And somehow ending up sleeping here because my own house turned into a hockey team circus.I roll over slightly and stare at the empty space beside me.Cole kept his promise.He didn’t touch me all night.Part of me appreciates that.Another part of me…kind of wishes he hadn’t been such a gentleman.The shower shuts off down the hall.I sit up quickly and run my fingers through my messy hair.A second later the bathroom door opens and Cole steps out.Wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.Water droplets slide down his chest and shoulders, catching the morning light.And for a moment my brain just…stops working.Cole Ryder’s body should honestly be illegal.“Thought you were
Maya“Cole…”That’s all I manage to say before his lips crash into mine.The kiss isn’t hesitant.It’s hungry.Like he’s been holding it back for too long.And if I’m honest…So have I.Seeing him standing there in just a t-shirt and boxers didn’t exactly help my self-control either.His body is ridiculous.The cotton of his shirt stretches across his chest and shoulders, outlining muscles that look like they were sculpted from stone.Cole Ryder might be known across campus as The Rogue, but right now he looks more like a Greek god.His lips move slowly against mine, softer than I expected.He gently tugs my bottom lip between his, teasing it until a small breath escapes me.Then his tongue brushes my mouth, asking silently for permission.For a moment I hesitate.Then I give in.Our mouths deepen together, slow and searching.Warm.Electric.My hands press against his chest at first, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my palms.Then without thinking, they slide
MayaWhen we get to Cole’s room, I drop my bag on the desk and sit down in the chair beside him.“Let’s just get the outline of ideas down,” I tell him, rubbing my eyes. “I really want to try and get home and get some sleep.”“Yeah,” Cole says, nodding. “That’s fair.”He grabs a notebook and flips it open between us.“Alright,” he says. “Freestyle brainstorming.”I smile slightly.“Okay. First thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word peace?”Cole leans back in his chair.“Quiet.”I write it down.“Stability,” I say.“Safety.”“Diplomacy.”“Compromise.”We go back and forth like that for a while, filling the page with words, ideas, and phrases.It’s surprisingly easy working with him.Cole actually listens.And when he does speak, he has thoughtful ideas that I wouldn’t have expected from the cocky football star everyone calls The Rogue.An hour passes before I finally stretch my arms above my head.“I think that’s enough for tonight,” I say with a tired laugh. “My brain is
MayaMy shift at the restaurant finally ends a little after ten.Monday nights are usually slow unless there’s something big happening in town, so the last hour dragged by painfully slow.But honestly…I didn’t mind tonight.Because the whole time I kept thinking about something else.Cole Ryder.More specifically…The version of Cole Ryder that only seems to appear when we’re alone.The Rogue.The cocky football captain everyone on campus talks about.But that’s not always the guy I see.Sometimes he’s the guy who bought me a latte and drove me to a study group.Sometimes he’s the guy who helped me the night Tessa was taken away in an ambulance.And sometimes…He’s the guy who kisses me so suddenly it leaves my head spinning.I’m standing near the front door of the restaurant when I see headlights pull into the parking lot.A familiar black truck.Right on time.Cole.I grab my bag and walk outside just as he parks.The passenger door opens with a soft click when he unlocks it.“Than







