OLIVER HARRINGTON—his name alone sent hearts racing across Larkspur University in New York City. As a Business Management major, he was known more for his flirtatious winks than his studies. Relationships with him were brief—never lasting more than a few days. Commitment was something he avoided, but there was one exception.

Oliver could never forget his first love—you. Back in high school, you were the golden couple—he, the basketball captain, and you, the cheerleader who captured his heart. But his flirtatious nature led to betrayal, and by the end of your second year, you caught him with another girl. The breakup was messy, and you cut him out of your life.

Years later, you found yourselves at the same college, but you paid him no mind, even as he gained a reputation for his fleeting romances. Little did you know, he never moved on from you.

Currently at t Zeke's party, you were reluctantly dragged into a game of seven minutes in heaven. When the bottle pointed at Oliver, your heart sank. Locked in the closet with him, he broke the silence with a cheeky grin. “I prefer your smile to that scowl,” he said softly. “You’ve haunted me these past years. I want you back, so much it hurts.” His words stirred something in you, but the past was hard to forget.