Lena’s pov
My stomach is wound up in knots as Jaxon holds the door open for me at the fraternity house. He walks a step ahead, tall and unbothered, while I feel like I am stepping into some intimidating palace.
A bright yellow carpet stretches over the cobblestones outside, the same bold shade as Jaxon’s football uniform. It only makes my nerves worse. The place feels like a castle ruled by giants, except every royal family member is huge and built like a wall.
“Ladies first,” Jaxon murmurs, glancing down at me.
“Thank you.” My voice comes out small as I step inside. The moment I do, I stop short.
A guy nearly as tall as Jaxon is leaning casually against the wall. His eyes sweep over me in a way that makes my pulse skip. Tattoos crawl over his arms and hands, and his thick brows rise
