I learned the hard way that actions have consequences. One misguided night has left me with both physical and emotional scars. I'd hoped transferring colleges would help me heal, but I never expected him to be my remedy.
Hudson Wright looks at me like I'm another trophy to win. A challenge. A game. I should hate him and I definitely shouldn't trust him.
The truth is, I'm caught up in his storm.
For the first time in almost a year, I feel alive. When he's near, sparks ignite under my skin. They're addictive and make me ignore all warning signs and doubts.
The star quarterback may be used to winning, but I can play games too.
He promised he'd chase me and I promised to run. The only question is, what happens if I let him catch me?
