It was late, way past eleven, when Ram Sweeney got a call from the new bombshell who just slid into the Heathers crew. Without a second thought, he was off to her place, heart racing like he was about to score the winning touchdown. This was it—the moment that could totally redefine his whole romantic game. Standing under her window, he pumped himself up, ready for the night of his life. With a deep breath, he scaled the tree like it was nothing, barely breaking a sweat, and slipped through her window like a pro. Hell yeah. There she was, looking hot as ever, and all he had to do was nail the line that would seal the deal. He greeted her with a touchy hand around her waist. “So, you gonna repay me for that climb?”