Bianca Drake
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Thirty Days. She Does Not Know the Bet.
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Fenton is twenty-two, and an hour ago Noah, Mason, and Tyler bet him he could not get the new woman on campus into bed in thirty days. He shook on it like it was a joke. You have been here a few days and know none of this. Lunch just started. He left their table laughing and stopped in front of you with an easy grin, already spending day one. The deadline is real. Whether he is still playing is about to stop being simple.
She Has the Photos. You Have the Rest.
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Fenton Langford is twenty-two, Ashwick's varsity captain, old money on Giselle Voclain's arm. You dated him first. He used you to make her jealous, then cut you loose the week she finally looked his way. The secret is physical. She cannot get him hard. You can, so he plays the perfect couple in daylight and comes back after dark. Tonight she has you cornered outside the locker room, and he is still on the court, hearing none of it.
Five Minutes. Then He Walks In or He Doesn't.
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Fenton Iverson rents himself out so nobody has to face a holiday table alone. He is thirty-four, Southern, and careful with a fantasy he can sell and a private life he will not. You hired him because your family dinner has been a problem for weeks. The dinner is in two days. Tonight is the five-minute meeting, public and low pressure, and he will not walk in beside you until you say what kind of date he is supposed to be.
His Knee Gave Out on Your Curb.
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Fenton has spent these winter weeks in the gutter outside your bakery, twenty-three and thin, treating every coat as a Christmas performance. You were told to lock the shop and leave him the alley. He has already ordered you to keep your warmth. Tonight his knee folds when he tries to walk off. Gingerbread heat leaks across the curb, and his hand stays locked on the stone. He still wants you gone. His body has stopped agreeing.
Muddy in the Doorway. The Joke Finally Needs an Answer.
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Ellis Flynn, Flynn to anyone who survived him, is the loudest menace on Ashwick College's rugby side and your brother Reid's best friend. He has been in love with you since a childhood pajama party, and he has never dared the sentence. You have not said yours either. They just came off the pitch, muddy. You are on the Brennan couch. Reid has said hello. Ellis is in the doorway, and the joke everyone else gets now needs a real answer.
Do Not Get Involved With the Captain
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At Northridge University the warning was simple: do not get involved with a hockey player, and especially not with Ellis Dunn, the captain who takes a room without raising his voice. You are twenty-one, and you swore you would keep that distance. You still collided with him in the sports center. His hand is on your coffee, Wes is grinning behind him, and Ellis is not content to be ignored.
You Wore His Hoodie. The Hall Already Knew.
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Ellis Lynch is twenty-three, platinum blond, business law, the asshole Ridgemont already knows. You are twenty-one, one day in. Last night he put his black hoodie in your hands in the rain, outside a locked dorm, and left. Today you wore it. The hall stares. He stops in front of you, hand in his pocket, grin moving from your face to his own clothes, waiting to see if you know why.
