swooning over him. I dealt with that enough in high school, and I’m finally enjoying having my own territory where I’m not known as Riley Kane’s sister. As a baseball player for the University of Memphis, he’s tall, lean, and according to Reese, hot as hell. With a head full of dark-brown hair, he was fortunate enough to skip the redhead gene. Because let’s face it. The odds of an attractive redheaded guy are pretty much every three out of ten. That might even be generous. Trust me—as a redheaded woman, I feel bad saying that, but it’s the truth. Even I’m not attracted to my own kind.
Turning on my latest feel-good playlist, I begin to unpack and wonder what I missed over the weekend. Teddy made sure that I knew about the raging party I was going to miss even though I’m not sure why he thought I would care. The night he asked me out, I more than let him know that I hated parties.
After that night with Cohen, I decided to let it go, to let him cool off. I stopped hiding from him around campus and figured that, if he changed his mind and wanted to be friends, he’d make a move. Instead of doing so, he always looked away when he saw me. It didn’t help that Teddy seemed to always be around at the most inopportune times.
We’d gone to dinner the night after the party and had a great time. While he made me laugh, it just wasn’t the same. I told myself that I needed to give it time, because unlike Cohen, he and I were actually on the same page in that neither of us wanted to jump into a serious relationship. That didn’t mean I was going to jump into his bed right away. I’d definitely learned my lesson with that one. At the end of the night, when he leaned in to kiss me, I was surprised to find that I actually liked it. He was a true gentleman—another thing that surprised me—and he pulled back before deepening the kiss. We made plans to go out again, and I’ve seen him almost every day since thanks mostly to Reese.
“About time you got back, roomie!” Reese says as she enter the room. “How was your trip? Was Riley home? Did you steal a T-shirt for me? He always wore the best cologne.” She dramatically flops down on my bed and gives me a hopeful look.
“It was fine. Nothing exciting happens in Bethel. You know that. And if you wanted to be a perv and smell Riley’s shirts, you should’ve come with me. But nooo, you couldn’t leave Cy’s side.”
She sits up and scoots back until she’s resting against the wall. “Trust me. Staying here with Cy trumps your brother’s clothes, no matter how good they smell. Plus, I wanted to stick around for the party Friday.”
“Reese, there’s always a party on Friday. Missing one won’t kill you.”
“Yeah, but you said Bethel was boring. And it is. Speaking of frat parties, missy,” she says in an accusatory tone, “who the hell is Cohen?”
His name coming from her lips causes me to freeze just as I’m in the process of hanging up my clean clothes. “How do you know Cohen?” I ask, trying to sound like that name means nothing to me.
As much as Reese wanted me to lose my virginity, there was something that kept me from telling her about what happened. I wasn’t ready to share it, and now that she’s mentioning Cohen to me, I’m getting apprehensive about what she may or may not know.
“The better question is how do you know Cohen?” Her tone is suspicious, and even though I don’t want to look her in the eyes, I slowly turn to face her. “A-ha! You are the Andi he was looking for. I mean, I knew you were, but the guilty look on your face definitely confirms it. So come on. Out with it. I know he’s the guy you left with the night of Cy’s first frat party. I want details.”
“There’s nothing to tell, Reese. But what do you mean the Andi he was talking about? And how do you even know that he and I know each other?”
She sighs loudly but gives in. “You’re not getting out of this, but whatever. He came into the
Turning on my latest feel-good playlist, I begin to unpack and wonder what I missed over the weekend. Teddy made sure that I knew about the raging party I was going to miss even though I’m not sure why he thought I would care. The night he asked me out, I more than let him know that I hated parties.
After that night with Cohen, I decided to let it go, to let him cool off. I stopped hiding from him around campus and figured that, if he changed his mind and wanted to be friends, he’d make a move. Instead of doing so, he always looked away when he saw me. It didn’t help that Teddy seemed to always be around at the most inopportune times.
We’d gone to dinner the night after the party and had a great time. While he made me laugh, it just wasn’t the same. I told myself that I needed to give it time, because unlike Cohen, he and I were actually on the same page in that neither of us wanted to jump into a serious relationship. That didn’t mean I was going to jump into his bed right away. I’d definitely learned my lesson with that one. At the end of the night, when he leaned in to kiss me, I was surprised to find that I actually liked it. He was a true gentleman—another thing that surprised me—and he pulled back before deepening the kiss. We made plans to go out again, and I’ve seen him almost every day since thanks mostly to Reese.
“About time you got back, roomie!” Reese says as she enter the room. “How was your trip? Was Riley home? Did you steal a T-shirt for me? He always wore the best cologne.” She dramatically flops down on my bed and gives me a hopeful look.
“It was fine. Nothing exciting happens in Bethel. You know that. And if you wanted to be a perv and smell Riley’s shirts, you should’ve come with me. But nooo, you couldn’t leave Cy’s side.”
She sits up and scoots back until she’s resting against the wall. “Trust me. Staying here with Cy trumps your brother’s clothes, no matter how good they smell. Plus, I wanted to stick around for the party Friday.”
“Reese, there’s always a party on Friday. Missing one won’t kill you.”
“Yeah, but you said Bethel was boring. And it is. Speaking of frat parties, missy,” she says in an accusatory tone, “who the hell is Cohen?”
His name coming from her lips causes me to freeze just as I’m in the process of hanging up my clean clothes. “How do you know Cohen?” I ask, trying to sound like that name means nothing to me.
As much as Reese wanted me to lose my virginity, there was something that kept me from telling her about what happened. I wasn’t ready to share it, and now that she’s mentioning Cohen to me, I’m getting apprehensive about what she may or may not know.
“The better question is how do you know Cohen?” Her tone is suspicious, and even though I don’t want to look her in the eyes, I slowly turn to face her. “A-ha! You are the Andi he was looking for. I mean, I knew you were, but the guilty look on your face definitely confirms it. So come on. Out with it. I know he’s the guy you left with the night of Cy’s first frat party. I want details.”
“There’s nothing to tell, Reese. But what do you mean the Andi he was talking about? And how do you even know that he and I know each other?”
She sighs loudly but gives in. “You’re not getting out of this, but whatever. He came into the
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