Chapter 2: Close Encounters
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The days after that first glance felt like a strange dream. I kept catching myself looking for him between classes, my heart doing a weird flip every time I thought about his smirk.
I told myself to focus. University was about studies, new friends, and figuring out who I wanted to be—not about falling for a dangerous stranger.
But fate—or maybe bad luck—had other plans.
One late afternoon, I was rushing across campus with my books clutched tight, trying to make it to my psychology lecture on time. That’s when I collided with someone.
Books scattered. Heart stopped again.
“I’m so sorry,” I gasped, crouching to grab my scattered notes.
“It’s okay,” a familiar voice said, low and smooth.
I looked up—and there he was. Luca Donovan, standing close enough that I could see the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
He smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re pretty clumsy for someone who looks so innocent.”
I flushed, pulling my books closer. “I’m fine. Really.”
He reached down and helped me with the papers, fingers brushing mine, sending a shock I wasn’t ready for.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around much,” he said, studying me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Emma,” I managed, surprised my voice didn’t crack.
“Emma,” he repeated with a slow smile. “I like that. I’m Luca.”
“Luca Donovan,” I added, trying to sound casual but feeling my heart race like crazy.
“Well, Emma,” he said, stepping back but not really leaving. “If you ever want a tour of the ‘wild side’ of campus, I’m your guy.”
My breath caught. Was this an invitation? Or a warning?
For the first time since I’d arrived, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run or stay.
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