Jeane Campbell

Megan had definitely crossed a line.

And I was living proof of that, lying in the middle of the ice rink, my butt throbbing with pain and my dignity shattered.

I'd never skated in my life, but Megan insisted so much it would be fun that I finally agreed. According to her, the rink would be empty because her boyfriend—a player on the hockey team—assured her there wouldn't be any practice.

Spoiler: Yes, there was.

Everything was going relatively well… if we ignored the fact that I was clinging to the railing as if my life depended on it.

Then the stadium doors burst open and the hockey team stormed in, laughing and shouting. The campus was treating them like celebrities, so my nerves decided to get the better of me.

I tried to move quickly.

Bad idea.

My skates crossed and I ended up falling on my butt on the ice.

"Oh my God," I murmured, closing my eyes in embarrassment.

The worst part was that Megan barely checked that I was still alive before leaving with her boyfriend, leaving me alone.

How had I gotten to this point?

I'm Jeane Campbell, a freshman. And while I loved college, there was one thing I couldn't ignore: the hockey players.

Everyone was talking about them.

Especially from Ares.

Third year. Attractive. Unattainable.

And completely out of my league.

Are you okay, Bambi?

I looked up and met a pair of clear eyes full of amusement.

Cassian O'Brien.

Team captain and senior. The same man who never dated the same girl twice.

He offered me his hand to help me up, but before I could answer, the doors opened again.

And there was Ares.

He went in with his friends… until he looked up.

And he saw me.

Perhaps the blow affected me more than I thought.

Because the next thing I did was kiss Cassian O'Brien in front of the entire damn hockey team.

When I pulled away, Cassian raised an eyebrow, amused.

And then the worst idea of ​​my life appeared.

"Pretend to be my boyfriend," I blurted out.