Damon POV
The welcome party was loud, sweaty, and overflowing with drunk freshmen trying too hard to look like they belonged. Bass thumped through the frat house like a second heartbeat. I stood near the back with a beer I wasn’t really drinking, eyes scanning the crowd for one person only.
Lila.
She looked f*****g dangerous tonight. Tight red top that pushed her t**s up perfectly, black mini skirt that rode high on her thighs every time she moved. Her hair was down, wild, like she’d already been f****d once and wanted more. She was laughing at something some meathead frat guy was saying—some blond asshole with a backwards cap and a letterman jacket. He leaned in close, hand brushing her arm, whispering in her ear.
My grip tightened on the bottle until I thought it might shatter.
“No
