She was everything I was told not to want.
Talia Maddox first-string cheerleader, campus golden girl, and girlfriend of the star quarterback. She wore short skirts and glossy lip gloss and had a laugh that sounded like summer breaking rules. Everyone wanted her, but she was always just out of reach like touching her would burn you.
That never stopped me from looking.
Or imagining.
We'd had classes together, exchanged flirtatious looks across lecture halls, once got paired up for a group project that ended with me watching her mouth wrap around the straw of a soda she didn't finish. She'd tilted her head and said, "You're dangerous," before walking away in a swirl of perfume and temptation.
Now, I was at the same party as her. One of those messy college nights where music pulsed throug
