OLIVIA
I barely slept that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the memory of his lips on mine... soft, hesitant, electric. It was supposed to be a mistake. A heat-of-the-moment kind of thing. But it didn’t feel like that. It felt intentional. Familiar. Dangerous in the best way.
By morning, I’d convinced myself I was fine. Totally fine. Except I wasn’t. I woke up late, spilled coffee on my white shirt, and couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run to campus or run away from it entirely.
But when I stepped out of the car and saw him across the hall... tall, broad-shouldered, his hair a little messy like he hadn’t slept much either, and everything else blurred.
Jordan Rivers.
He looked up the moment I walked in. And God, that small half-smile of his, the one th
