Chapter 1
ADAM
Sophomore year of college–Fourteen years ago
“Come on, man, we’re going to be late. It’s not a good look on our first day.”
“Relax Adam, we’re football stars at this college, we can do anything we want.”
I watch my best friend and roommate pick up a shirt, smell it, shrug and toss it on. I shake my head at him. “You’re such a pig.” Bending down, I grab my backpack, sling it over my shoulder and grab a water bottle from our mini fridge. “And you’re the football star, I need to graduate. So come on.”
I shove him out the door and we begin to trek our way across the quad to our business marketing class.
Jackson is going to get recruited to the NFL, it’s only a matter of time, but I’ve come to the conclusion that after graduation, I’ll return home to work with my dad in his construction company.
Would I love to be in the NFL? Sure, but it’s not in the cards so I’ll accept my role as eldest son in my family, head home and take over for dad.
Approaching the class hall, I can already hear the professor beginning his lecture. Elbowing Jackson and giving him the ‘I told you so’ look, we slip in quietly and take seats at the back of the room.
“In the back, you need a syllabus.” The professor points us out, which earns Jackson another elbow.
“Chelsea Jo, please pass them back.” A girl sitting in the front row stands, grabs a couple sheets of paper, and begins climbing the steps toward us.
She looks up and I’m instantly awestruck.
She’s easily the hottest chick I’ve ever seen.
Dark auburn hair, eyes that glow with long lashes that frame them, pink cheeks, she’s simply gorgeous in a natural, girl next door way.
Her jeans are tight around her hips and fan out at the bottom over her chucks.
She’s got a baby doll tee shirt on with a Rainbow Brite logo.
She’s cute as fuck but sexy in a secret way.
She hands me a sheet, then one to Jackson.
“Thanks, Chelsea Jo.” I let the name roll off my lips and her smile lingers, her sweet scent hanging in the air, intoxicating me. As she turns and heads back to her seat, I have to bite back the whimper trying to escape my lips.
That. Ass.
Fuck. Like a fucking peach, round, juicy and makes me want to take a bite out of it.
My arm slips from the desk, Jackson having knocked it off. “Stop fucking staring bro, you’re going to scare her away.” He’s got a smug grin. When I turn to him, he laughs. “Don’t worry, I know you saw her first. She’s all yours.” He slouches back in his seat, taking out a pen and a notebook.
I do the same, but I’m only going through the motions. There’s not a chance I’m concentrating on a word that comes out of this professor’s mouth. I need to know who she is and I need to know everything about her.
And then I need to make her mine.
What do you do when the woman you love runs, takes every last piece of your broken heart but returns with it and so much more?
See if Adam and Chelsea can survive the secrets.