Roan King wandering around the fine arts building??? What's up with that? Hmmm...I can only imagine what he's doing there. I have the sneaking suspicion that a certain dancer has something to do with this... KingOfCampus.comEven though this is my fourth year attending Barnett, it's the first time I've stepped foot inside the fine arts building. Ivy said she needed to stay late and work with one of her professors on a solo she's preparing for a show at the end of the semester. Since I finished up practice early, I thought I'd meet her so we could head back to the apartment together. I hate the idea of her walking home alone.I head toward room 105...or maybe it's a studio. I have no clue. Throughout the corridor, there are framed photos of dancers. All the women are long and lean with builds similar to Ivy's. The men are muscular but not in a bulky, football-player-type of way. For a moment, I stop and study one of the posters.Is this the kind of guy Ivy usually goes fo
Roan King just played the best freaking game of his life yesterday. He caught three passes before plowing his way into the end zone. The last of which won a tied-up game for the Barnett Bulldogs in the final seconds of the fourth quarter. RK is on fire this season and it's almost a sure bet he'll be turning pro when the draft rolls around. All hail the king of campus! KingOfCampus.comI'm not going to lie, I'm nervous as hell. My palms are actually a little sweaty. It's totally ridiculous. Up until this point, I've pretty much screwed my way through high school and the first couple years of college. This will be the first time I've ever made love to a woman.Shit. That makes me sound like a pussy, doesn't it?Even in my own damn head, I sound like a little bitch. But it's the truth. Ivy will be the first girl I don't fuck just so I can blow my load without a second thought.What happens today matters.A whole hell of a lot. So...no pressure there at all.Hence the s
She holds my gaze for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'd have to. Dance is so competitive. And if I have a chance to get in somewhere, I need to take it. It's what I've spent my entire life working toward."I nod, it's the same way I feel about football. Making it to the NFL has always been the dream. This is the first time my attention is divided between football and something else.I had assumed that, if things worked out between us, we'd have the rest of this year to be together before I get drafted. I hate the idea that she could leave at any given moment. I'm not trying to get ahead of myself here, because this is really new, but Ivy is the first girl I've wanted to explore a relationship with. I don't want to lose her. "And your dad is cool with you dropping out of school?"Ivy inhales a breath before pushing it out again. "He would prefer I finish my degree. But if I get an audition and make it, then he'll understand." She gathers up the wrappers and napkin
I get her name out before the canoe flips and we get dumped into the spring-fed lake. Even though it's late September, the water is still warm. Otherwise, this would suck a whole lot more.As I surface, Ivy sputters next to me as she treads water. There's a thin veneer of shock coating her expression as if she can't believe what happened."The canoe," she gasps. It's turned over and bobbing upside down in the water next to us.A more pertinent question would be- "Are you okay? Do you know how to swim?"A gurgle of laughter escapes from her lips. "You probably should have asked that before we went out in the boat!"I grin. She doesn't seem angry over our current predicament. Some girls would be seriously pissed off at finding themselves floating in the middle of a lake. "You're right, I should have." Since she's treading water next to me like a champ, I'm pretty sure she knows how to at least doggie paddle. "I need to get this canoe turned over so we can get back to shor
"Consider them lost," I whisper fiercely against her mouth.In three seconds flat, I make good on that promise. The boxers have disappeared and we're both naked, embracing one another as the sun strokes over our chilled flesh. My skin might be cold from the impromptu swim, but I'm burning up inside.Without another word, I wrap one arm under the back of her thighs as I hoist her into my arms. She can't weigh more than a buck twenty. She's so light. About half my weight.She nestles close to my chest as I carry her to the house and through the front door to my bedroom. Gently, I place her in the middle of the king-sized bed. Her body sinks into the feather comforter as her gaze burns into mine. For a moment, it feels as if my heartbeat stutters before pounding into overdrive.Again, I'm struck by the realization that this girl matters.She matters more than anyone else ever has.How's that for a kick in the balls?I get lost in the heaviness of my thoughts until she stret
It's like the king of campus doesn't have eyes for anyone other than Ivy Kaster. I guess that old saying is true-when they finally fall, they fall hard... KingOfCampus.com"Ivy, can you stick around after class for a few minutes?"I towel off my face before giving Eric a quick nod. We've spent the last hour and a half learning new chorography. It's always a challenge, but one I love. A few girls are trying to convince me to come out with them tonight and see a local band that's playing near campus, but I can't. Roan and I are adding a few finishing touches to our project which is due on Friday.Once the other dancers head out, Eric approaches. "Remember when I said I've got a friend who is a choreographer with the Cincinnati Ballet?"The question hangs heavily in the air between us.My heart stutters for a few beats before rioting painfully against my chest. I want to say- yes, of course!But I don't.I can't do anything other than stare at him with eyes that are on the
I soothe my fingers over the fresh bruises blooming their way across his flesh before tugging the shirt down. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the audition as we walk to the lot where his truck is parked. As much as I need his advice, I know Roan has a lot on his mind with the Bowling Green game coming up.The last thing he needs to worry about is me.I glance at him and notice the faint smudges under his eyes. He's working so hard. Up and out the door before I wake in the morning to workout in the gym before practice. Then its classes, studying, watching game film, and yet another practice before falling into bed only to get up and do the same thing all over again the next day.As much as I want to tell him to take it easy, I know it won't do a damn bit of good. He won't stop pushing himself until he achieves what he's set out to. His dedication and focus are only part of what I admire about him.It's lightly that I say, "You look tired."He smiles before pul
Who would have thought that our very own Roan King would actually settle down with a girl? And look so damn content doing it??? *Headshake* Mind totally blown... KingOfCampus.comI glance at the leaden-colored clouds overhead and hope the weather holds. The last thing I need is for the sky to open up and pour down on us. The day is overcast and there's a definite chill to the air. What else would you expect in Cincinnati at the end of October? I'm tempted to pinch myself. It's difficult to believe that I'm here. Lexie squeezes my hand as we stand outside the Aronoff Center where the Cincinnati Ballet performs.This isn't the first time I've been here. My mom and I spent a long weekend in Cincinnati and took in a show. The CBC performed the Nutcracker at Christmas time. It was nothing short of magical. The entire time I sat in the audience, my gaze stayed glued to the dancers on stage in their gorgeous costumes with their graceful sweeping movements. I remember whisperin