I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation.
I’m too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now.
Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn’t been a problem…
Beckett Savage. Coldly handsome. Forever brooding. I thought he hated me. His attempt to get me expelled two years ago would leave that impression on anyone.
But lately, Beckett isn’t acting like he hates me.
He’s watching me with his icy blue eyes, showing up everywhere I go, and getting between me and any other guy who dares to look at me.
When he lets me see beneath his untouchable veneer, I’m shocked at what I find.
Suddenly, my one simple rule is becoming complicated.
Giving in to my feelings for Beckett Savage could either be the beginning of something great…or the end of everything I’ve worked for.
The universe must really hate me.
Rhys Astor, the guy with a deadly smirk and devil-may-care attitude, is the sole witness to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But even worse, now he’s suddenly intrigued by me, which is confusing because until now, he couldn’t be bothered to remember my name.
Dorothy, Donatella, Danielle…no, it’s Delilah, you unhinged prat.
I don’t want his attention. If I had my way, we’d go on avoiding each other for the rest of our lives, but again, the universe is conspiring against me. Rhys is the captain of the fencing team, and I’m the new manager. That means we’re stuck together everyday for practice, tournaments, and long, long bus rides to away matches.
Our shared bus rides lead to heated bickering.
That bickering leads to hate-kissing…and not-so-hate kissing.
And somehow, those few stolen kisses lead to sexy tutoring sessions, where Rhys is an extremely enthusiastic student.
He shows me with every single touch, kiss, and whispered word how much he appreciates my rounded curves. And in return, I show him what it means to truly be cared for.
But I have a feeling Rhys is hiding something. That his motives might not be what they seem.
I’ve never wanted to be wrong about anything more than I do about these nagging suspicions.
Because if I’m right, then there’s nothing but heartbreak waiting for me.