Penelope's POV
Timothy is standing by the back windows with a group of his teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand and Madison pressed against his side like a territorial claim. He's wearing all black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows off his hockey-toned physique and looking every inch the bad boy Alpha heir that made half the campus swoon.
But when our eyes meet across the room, everything else fades away.
For a moment, just a moment, we're frozen in that connection. His blue eyes darken as they travel over my dress, my hair, my face. I see his jaw clench, see his free hand curl into a fist at his side. Madison is talking to him, her red lips moving animatedly, but he's not listening. He's staring at me like I'm something he's never seen before.
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