Daring the Defender
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There's only one person who would take me in after leaving my fiancé-my brother Axel. Unfortunately, he's not the one who answered the door on that wintery Valentine's night. That was his best friend and roommate, Reid Wilder. Copper-colored hair, dark eyes, and the number eight tattooed on his bicep. I should have turned around when he mistook me for a puck bunny and invited me in. I definitely should have said no to the drink he offered while I waited. But the biggest mistake I made was climbing into his lap and kissing him. * The rest of the campus may think it's pathetic that I spent Vale...
There's only one person who would take me in after leaving my fiancé-my brother Axel. Unfortunately, he's not the one who answered the door on that wintery Valentine's night. That was his best friend and roommate, Reid Wilder. Copper-colored hair, dark eyes, and the number eight tattooed on his bicep. I should have turned around when he mistook me for a puck bunny and invited me in. I definitely should have said no to the drink he offered while I waited. But the biggest mistake I made was climbing into his lap and kissing him. * The rest of the campus may think it's pathetic that I spent Valentine's Day alone and not with one of the puck bunnies that love the Wittmore hockey players. But I know better. Valentine's Day is for committed relationships-like the one I just got out of with my ex. Nah, I'll just stay home, eat my heart-shaped pizza, and grab some half-off candy tomorrow. At least that was my plan until a girl showed up on my doorstep looking for my roommate Axel. Figuring this was a former hook-up, I tried to shoo her off, but she was persistent. And cute. Axel's got a girlfriend now. I figure why not mend my broken heart with the girl Cupid dropped off at my doorstep? So I kiss her. Not just a kiss, I realize. Her first kiss. And when her overprotective brother finds out? It'll probably be my last.
