King of Campus

he ones of him at football practice. Hot, sweaty, with an extra shot of gorgeous is exactl

of my lungs before kicking

fore hurtling her small curvy body at me. I'm given roughly two seconds to

out of me as we both g

how I end up sprawled on my back with my best friend and roommate spread out on top of me in our brand-spanking-new apartment. There's a completel

ether. Actually, it's been fifteen months since we've been on the same c

'd imagine it would be. Even thinking about it leaves me

ot! Can I snap a sh

our entwined bodies as if he's trying to singe this moment into his memory for all eternity. But it's not in a pervy way...what the heck am I say

only weari

a mother scolding her three-year-old toddler. "You damn well better not snap a picture or you won't be seeing this

x feet tall and is seriously broad in the chest and shoulders. This one is definitely all man. Lexie, of course, filled me in

etty da

into big a

ot going to

're burning into your br

ly solid looking chest, he grumbles under his

wink. "You wouldn't have

hs in agreemen

on anytime soon, I'm forced to point out the obvious. "You might want to

ing, of

rt

my account," he quickly chimes

ls her ey

and I'm seriously considering shoving Lexie off me before something unfortunate, not

only wearing a thong?" No wonder her boyfr

ten minutes later, I wouldn'

ntal image from my brain. "That w

. "Goddamn but I missed you, Ivy." Then she does her damnedest to s

mean them. There's a large part of me that wishes I were still living my life in Paris. With an ocean between m

e years since she died, the ache still feels painfully tender. Returni

ew times as a handsome face peers down at me before crinkling into a large friendly smile. I don't b

ally thought. Lexie had gushed about how gorgeous her new guy was. And it'

at

Sullivan is

p brown eyes, sculpted

it should be. Lexie deserves someone who appreciates how smart, loyal, and g

in response, throwing a fli

y is totall

e perfectly suite

utely l

father Dylan Su

I'm kind of a shoulder and arm girl myself. And

ruining the

and set back onto my sandaled feet. I dust my backside off before my gaze slides to Lexie. The

why ar

word before she's hurtling herself in my direction.

st my ear, "so damn much! Fifteen months is a long ti

n, but her heartfelt words have me

ore admitting quietly, "I was afraid

out college, find a permanent place to live, a dance gig, all so I could postpone coming home indefinitely. Being back here, even t

eels like home

glad you're f

ion prick the back of my eyes. I hug her

and high school with our friendship intact and decided to apply at some of the same colleges so we could room together. Luckily, Ba

'm actually a little ashamed of myself for failing to remember that. In try

raps those huge arms around her before pulling her flush against the front of his body. Looking rid

ost natural thi

exie has found someone who appreciate

head. "Do you two come with barf bags? I've only been here fo

my throat like I'm going to puke. "I suppose you're going to be practically living here with

ention that Dylan lives in the apartment next

initely did not mention that. I g

ylan adds with a sly gr

y roll my eyes. "So

rms before leading me down a short hallway. As I trail

he has a great

he grand tour." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dylan open his

us sporting tiny white shorts. Then she leads the way into a sunny little room before doing her best auto show m

closet doors. "And a humongous closet for all the clothes you brought back from Paris." Her arms drop to her sides as she swivels toward me

it is. I'm used to about a third of the space. So this feels pretty damn luxurious. I can't imagine what I'm going to do with all this spac

iterally can't wait to spread out on that huge mattress. Maybe roll around a bit. Make so

r layover in Amsterdam. And France is six hours ahead of us. So,

es its way through her voice. "Ivy?" Her con

t, two hand woven scarves, one cashmere sweater, a gorgeous black kni

hong and a tank top is Dylan's idea of a wet dream, hearing about all the beautiful cl

ie could have an embarrassing momen

ueals in delight, practically jumping

ool before I ever cared about what top went with what bottoms. Thank goodness for Le

s to find unique pieces I knew she wouldn't be able to get here in

t French lingerie?"

ning around to admonish him. Instead, she rams her elbow into his gut

look pretty," she mu

because he is d

he can read my mind. "Don't let his

urse

rtune to fall for a hot athletic jerk who assured me he was going to remain faithful to his study-abroad-girlfriend w

am totally over him. Unfortunately, he's been calling and texting almost relentlessly

lengthy and apologetic text messages. I mean, can you seriously believe that? The guy has some nerve reaching out to me

ntly,

would be difficult, but I was willing to give it a shot. I'd grown to like Finn. I hadn't been gone more than two week

iends, had been

y cheating asshole of an ex by hooki

study at the Conservatoire de Paris in the first place. After a few months, my heartache lessened. I stopped thi

e. There was no way I was going to allow anything to ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity. Right around the year mark, I stoppe

y least, the n

terms, he wanted me back at Barnett come August. Undeterred by his directive, or perhaps because of it, I'd searched for enough scholarship and grant money

you li

ion lighting up her face. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of my lips because it

teen months ago, a huge grin spills across her beautiful