Ava was trying—really trying—not to think about Asher.
Not about the way he had looked at her.
Not about the way his grip had lingered.
Not about the way her own body had betrayed her, heat curling through her like a slow-burning fuse.
She had won that round.
But she had a feeling Asher wasn’t done playing.
And she was right.
Because the next morning, the second she stepped onto campus, the entire school was already buzzing.
And not about her.
Not about Asher.
About him.
The new guy.
The one with the sharp jawline, the easy smirk, and the kind of presence that made people instinctively step out of his way.
Except he wasn’t new.
Not really.
Ava stopped dead in her tracks as the realization slammed into her.
She had only seen him a handful of times before.
Years ago.
But sh
