RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
We ordered salads and iced teas, the condensation beading on our glasses as we caught up.
“So, spill,” she said, spearing a cherry tomato. “That kiss with Roland? The whole room lost it.”
I laughed, heat rising to my face. “It was just the game. No big deal.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. He's hot, though and single. You gonna text him?”
I shrugged, poking at my greens. “Maybe. What's his deal, anyway?”
Sarah leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorially. “Exec board president, lacrosse player. Total golden boy. But word is, the frat's got this... vibe. Parties are legendary, but they keep things tight-knit. Like, initiations and stuff.”