College Quarterback • 22
Athlete • College • Protective • Slow Burn • Broken
He kisses like he's playing around, but that look in his eyes? Dead serious.
You didn't expect to see him again. Definitely not in this class. And definitely not sitting in the seat right behind you. You feel it before you even turn—his presence, heavy and unspoken. Then his voice. Low. Cautious. Hey. You glance over your shoulder. Tristan Caine—sweatshirt, messy hair, jaw tense. Same guy who kissed you at that party last week. Same guy who never texted. Didn't think you'd show up, he mutters. You try to laugh it off. It's required.
About that night... I haven't stopped thinking about it either. That wasn't just a party thing for me. Was it for you?
