Ava Sinclair has one ruleâstay away from jocks. Theyâre arrogant, theyâre reckless, and theyâre nothing but distractions. As Westbridge Universityâs top student, she has a strict schedule of study sessions, internships, and zero tolerance for football players, especially Logan Carter. Logan, on the other hand, thrives on breaking rules. When his teammates make a bet date the nerdy girl whoâs never fallen for a jock he takes it as a challenge. After all, no one resists Logan Carter. The only problem? Ava is practically allergic to him. Every time he flirts, she shuts him down. Every time he âaccidentallyâ shows up where sheâs studying, she finds another spot. But Logan isnât one to back down, so he ups his game: â Surprise coffee deliveries? Check. â Crashing her study group with ridiculous questions? Absolutely. â Secretly stealing her notes to force her into tutoring him? Maybe not his best idea... But somewhere between the chaos, the teasing, and the forced proximity (thanks to Ava's dorm mix-up that makes them neighbors), Logan starts falling for the very girl he was supposed to play. When Ava discovers the bet, will Logan be able to prove that this game stopped being a game a long time ago? Or will she show him that, for the first time, Logan Carter has met his match? stay tuned đ
View More~Ava~My phone buzzed sometime after midnight. I was already half-asleep, wrapped in my blanket and dreaming about Logan's smile.Tristan: Pack a bag, sunshine squad. Weâre going to the beach tomorrow. No excuses.Charlotte: YESSSSS! Iâve been dying for some sun, you're the best baby â¤ď¸Tristan: â¤ď¸Logan: Is it too late to pretend Iâm sick now?Tristan: Nope. Ava already said you're coming.I laughed, even though I hadn't said a word. Trust Tristan to drag us all into a random beach trip like it was the most normal thing in the world.He was rich so that wasn't a problem to him at all.Me: I didnât say anything. But fine. Iâm in.Logan replied with a heart emoji. I stared at it for a while, smiling like an idiot, before finally putting my phone away.The next morning came so fast. Charlotte picked me up, blasting music with the windows down."Are you ready to tan and gossip about everything and pretend we don't have responsibilities?" she grinned."Born ready," I laughed.Logan and
~Ava~The sunlight casted a shadow over the trees, soft and warm on my skin. It was the kind of day that begged to be savoured. After everything with Natasha, I thought things might spiral and go wrong. That Logan might pull away and decides he didn't want me anymore, or worse, that I might. But somehow, we didn't break apart. We just... solidified. Like the pressure we were experiencing only made us stronger. Like he was fire and I was glass, and instead of shattering, I melted into something whole.I hadnât expected to find him waiting outside my final class, leaning against the pillar like he belonged there âŚlike he belonged to me. His hoodie was pushed up to his elbows, revealing tanned tattooed forearms I pretended not to stare at. A dimple peeked when he saw me.âHey,â he said, offering me that half-smile that always knocked the air out of my lungs.He had that hold on me, and I couldn't complain shit.âHey,â I replied, trying to sound casual even though my pulse had started
~Ava~By the time lunchtime rolled around, I still couldnât shake the grin off my face.Everything felt surreal, I felt like I was floating through the day. My mind kept replaying Loganâs words, the way his arms had held me, the warmth of his chest against mine. And okayâŚmaybe the whole parking lot kiss was a little over-the-top, but the way he looked at me afterward? Like I was the only girl in the world?Yeah, I wasnât complaining.I was grabbing a smoothie at the student cafĂŠ when it happened.Logan, in all his tall, tanned, and annoyingly hot glory, walked in with two of his football friends. His eyes scanned the room once, and the second they landed on me, his face lit up. A casual smirk, a head tilt that said, There you are.My heart fluttered.But just as he started to head in my direction, she happened.Natasha Keller.The girl had legs for days, platinum-blonde hair that definitely wasnât natural, and a smile she flashed only when she wanted something."Logan!" she called, pr
AvaThe morning light spilled through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. For a second, I didnât move. My body was tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of laundry soap and Logan. It took another heartbeat for my memory to catch up.Last night.It really happened,not just a dream!His lips. His hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something sacred.I turned slowly, the sheet slipping down to my waist as I did, and found him beside me. Logan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. One arm was slung across his eyes, hair was a perfect mess, and the bare skin of his torso was half-exposed, making my pulse do a weird, giddy jump.Okay I'm weird now!God, he looked unfairly good even in the morning.My gaze drifted lower, to where the sheet barely covered his hips. I bit my lip, suddenly warm all over again. I remembered the way heâd kissed me last night, the way heâd whispered all the things he wanted to do and then actually did them.
~Ava~My heart raced as I watched Logan, coming towards me. His eyes were filled with desire, and his lips curled into a smirk as he whispered, "Good choice, nerd!, I'll make you feel good tonight" before pressing his lips against mine. I immediately shivered as his hands roamed my back, our bodies melting into one another.Our kiss deepened, and I could feel Logan's growing arousal pressing against me. My breath hitched as I felt his hands slide inside my panties, gripping my ass tightly. Logan pulled away, his eyes filled with lust. "Damn it!" he cursed. I gasped as Logan's tongue flicked over my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, pushing myself further into his mouth. He was so good with his tongue!Logan's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of my body. I could feel myself growing wetter with each passing moment.Logan's fingers trailed down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties. My breath hitched as I felt him slip his fingers in
Ava's povThe streets blurred past the window, but all I could focus on was the way Loganâs hand rested on my thigh. His thumb moved in slow, lazy circles over my jeans, making my skin tingle through the fabric.He hadn't said much since we left the party, but he didnât have to. The way his eyes turned toward me every few seconds, the way his jaw clenched whenever I shifted in my seat it was obvious he was holding something back.And so was I.When we finally pulled up to his place, the tension had reached a boiling point. I followed him inside, my pulse racing. The second the door clicked shut behind us. Logan turned to me, his eyes were clouded with lust. âYou sure youâre okay?â he asked, voice low and rough.I nodded, heart pounding. âIâm more than okay, it's been long since I was hereâHis gaze dropped to my lips, and I barely had a second to breathe before he closed the distance. His mouth was on mine urgent, hungry, but still tender in the way only Logan could be. I melted in
Ava's POVI sighed softly, rolling over to check the time. My phone lit up with Charlotteâs name, buzzing like she was determined to pull me out of my thoughts and maybe she was right to. I had a shift at the diner, and then⌠the party.Groaning, I silenced her texts and sat up. The physical pain from yesterday was gone, but the emotional heaviness hadnât quite left. Still, I pushed it aside, took a quick shower, and pulled on my clothes. When I finally checked my phone, another message waited.Charlotte: Are you coming tonight or what?I smirked and typed back.Ava: I donât know, Charlotte. Iâm really not in the mood for a party tonight.Charlotte: Youâre not bailing. Tristan will be there⌠and so will Logan.Of course.Ava: Fine, but only because youâll never stop texting me.Charlotte: YES! Iâll make sure Tristan picks you up. Get ready, hot stuff.I shook my head, amused despite myself.At night, I found myself in front of the mirror, my heart was beating loudly as I pull down t
Avaâs POVI was curled up on my couch, clutching my stomach as another set of cramps churned through me. I groaned, my face turning in discomfort. Periods were the worst. It felt like my uterus was personally having war against me, and I was losing so badly.The soft glow of my lamp illuminated across my apartment, and I briefly considered reaching for my phone to distract myself. Instead, I sighed and closed my eyes, willing the pain to pass.Why do we women have to suffer like this!?Then, there was a knock at the door. I frowned because I wasnât expecting anyone. Dragging myself up with great effort, I went to the door and pulled it open.Before I could react, I was engulfed in a tight embrace.Logan.His fresh cologne wrapped around me as he held me close. His arms were firm, his grip was as possessive as ever, like he needed this as much as I did. For a moment, I forgot about the pain, the exhaustion, and just melted into him.âLogan?â I mumbled against his chest, my voice
Logan's POVFootball practice started a little bit tense. The moment I entered the field, I could feel the way Aaron was looking at my presence. He was acting normal at first, but I knew him too well. There was something behind his smug expression, he was plotting something and I knew it wasn't any good. And I had a feeling it had everything to do with Ava and the bet we made.I regretted it every single day. But I also knew that no matter how much I hated myself for it, I wasnât going to let Aaron use it against me.But I was afraid!The practice began, and I pushed my frustration and worries aside, focusing on the game. Tristan was already on the field, his sharp eyes passing between me and Aaron, probably expecting things to go south at any moment.And he was right to.It started when Aaron refused to pass the ball to me. The first time, I let it slide, thinking maybe it wasnât intentional. The second time, I clenched my jaw, keeping my cool. But by the third and fourth times, wh
Avaâs POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasnât just a personal preference. It was survival, I had to avoid them inorder to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps , a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, No way, I'll never do that that how I survived my first year in Westbridge university and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year. Thatâs why, when Logan Carter walked into my History class fifteen minutes late, I didnât even bother looking up from my laptop. I already knew who he was. everyone knew him, star quarterback, campus heartthrob, a playboy, and the guy who had probably never studied a day in his life. Professor Ambrose mills barely looked at him as he walked to the only empty seat right next to me. I stiffened. Just my luck, I didn't want to sit closer with him. jocks never supposed to be with nerds,not that I'm a n...
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