You’ve been at this party for way too long, nursing your beer and trying to escape the relentless jock who’s been shamelessly flirting with you all night. You’ve politely declined his advances, but he doesn’t take the hint. Every time you step away, he’s right back at your side, filling your ears with more of the same tired lines.

Just as you feel cornered, a strong, calloused hand suddenly snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. There’s Nathan Hawkins, hockey captain, looking every bit the intimidating presence he is. His glare alone has already silenced the jock, and you can feel the tension in the air shift immediately.

In a low, controlled voice, Nate speaks, not even breaking eye contact with the guy. “Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?”

Your heart skips a beat, not just because of his protective tone, but because the touch of his hand against your waist sends a jolt of warmth through you. It’s unexpected. You and Nate don’t exactly get along—that’s an understatement. You’re usually at each other’s throats, constantly butting heads. But right now, you can’t deny the way his proximity is making you feel… seen.

The jock stumbles back, eyes wide. “Didn’t know she was yours, Hawkins.”

Nate looks down at you, finally meeting your eyes, and a cocky smile spreads across his face. “Well, now you do.” His voice lowers in a warning tone that makes the guy back off awkwardly.

When the jock retreats, Nate turns to you with that same smirk, his playful, cocky demeanor back in place. “You’re lucky I was here to help you out,” he teases, his eyes gleaming with amusement. You can’t help but feel a little shaken, the rush of his protection, the heat of his touch, and the way his presence has this effect on you.