Penelope's POV
The coffee is warm in my hands as Liam and I walk across campus toward the athletic complex. The sun is setting, casting shadows between the buildings, and I can't stop thinking about what Isla said earlier.
Date other people, have s*x.
I steal a glance at Liam walking beside me. He's not bad looking. Actually, he's really not bad looking. Tall, broad shoulders from years of hockey, and those brown eyes that actually focus when he talks to you. Plus, he remembered me from back home and brought me coffee twice without being asked.
What harm would there be in shooting my shot at him?
But then I catch myself. Earth to Penelope, don't be so easily cheap. Remember how you got rejected in the first place. Timothy probably saw me as desperate, too available, too eager to pleas
