Nicolas’s POV
I told myself I wasn’t going to think about her. I mean I’d already done enough of that already.
But that night, lying in bed, staring at my ceiling… every moment replayed on a loop.
Her flushed cheeks. Her wide eyes. Her voice cracking when she said it.
Of all the f*****g men on this campus, she wanted me to teach her how to kiss. My brain short-circuited every time I thought about it.
Does that mean she hasn’t had her first kiss yet? Was she trying to learn so she could impress, Ryder?
Just the thought of that made me clench my jaw in frustration. So the next morning, I woke up irritated. By noon, the irritation had turned into anger. By 3 PM, I was one bad interaction away from launching my textbook at someone’s head.
Which was exactly when fate decided to test me.
