Never Your Girl

Can you really blame me for loving the scandalous texts exposing Bridger Sanderson for the jerk he is? As far as I'm concerned, it's sweet karma for ghosting me after we hooked up two years ago. Cocky, infuriating, and way too gorgeous for his own good, Bridger thinks he's untouchable.

The best part?

He's convinced I'm behind the messages.

Ha! I wish.

Unfortunately, my life takes a turn for the worst when Bridger uncovers my secret side hustle. Now he's blackmailing me, forcing me to stick close-we're talking 24/7-until he figures out who's airing his dirty laundry on campus.

I should hate him for dragging me into his mess.

And I do...

Mostly.

Except... the more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore how he looks at me. It's almost like he can see straight through the walls I've built to protect myself. Or how his own guard slips, revealing the cracks in his armor when he thinks I'm not paying attention.

The only person who's ever gotten this close is ColdAsIce17, my anonymous confidant on the school chat app. With him, I can totally be myself.

But what happens when the lines blur between the guy I hate and the one I can't stop thinking about?

What happens when I realize... they might be the same person?