Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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The sunshine is trying its damned best to revive my dopamine receptors.
After three days of gray skies and thick, oppressive clouds, today feels like a cosmic apology.
Bright, cloudless skies stretch over UC's campus, and the November sun is doing just enough to make you think maybe I don't need a jacket today.
It's warm, but there's a bite of crisp air, the kind that reminds you the end of fall is coming whether you're ready for it or not. By the weekend, the weather's supposed to take a nosedive, temperatures dropping into the forties with a chance of rain.
North Carolina's November roulette.
For now, though, students are scattered across the quad like birds catching the sun before it disappears. Picnic tables are full, the grass is dotted with people sitting cross-legged or lying on their backs with textbooks resting on their chests.
And after a three-hour workshop that I showed up two hours early for, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in inside the library for our tutoring session.
Alone. With Wesley Reed. For a whole hour.
After my sudden world-shattering realization.
Yeah, fuck that.
I thought Halloween night was just a fluke.
Just my drunken, tequila fueled thoughts rambling off before sleep.
But then I woke up Sunday morning, wrapped up in his arms.
His face had been buried in my neck, his arm draped over my waist, his palm warm and steady against my bare stomach. I could feel his slow, even breaths against my skin, the weight of him anchoring me in place like he never wanted to let go.
And I didn't want to leave.
I lay there, staring at the faint morning light spilling through his blinds, trying to figure out when the fuck I'd lost control of this.
Falling for Wes was never part of the plan. In fact, the plan was no men.
At fucking all.
That was my new school year resolution—no men, no relationships, nothing that could distract me from getting my portfolio to a place where it would knock Lea Beau's bedazzled socks off and earn me one of those two Lume Interior spots.
And yet here I am, falling for one of the worst guys possible.
Not because he's a bad guy—he's not.
But because he's everything I swore I wouldn't let myself want.
Wes could ruin me.
Not in the way past guys have ruined me—leaving me feeling cheap or stupid or like I was some kind of hobby. Running back to tell their girlfriends or spreading rumors that would follow me through the school halls.
