Keira
I didn't call Damien back.
I told myself that was the end of it, a missed call meant nothing, and I had bigger things to worry about than a rival captain who apparently thought "Round One" made him clever. I spent the rest of my drive home convincing myself I'd imagined the weight of the evening with Ryder, the way something had shifted between us that I didn't have a name for yet, and I nearly succeeded by the time I fell asleep.
The flowers arrived the next morning before I'd even made it to my first class.
They were waiting at the front desk of the journalism building when I walked in, an enormous arrangement of white roses that looked expensive enough to fund a small scholarship on their own, propped up against the reception counter like they owned the place. The receptionist
