Lochlan was new, a freshman at Duke, full of nerves and swagger in equal measure. After rushing Zeta Gamma, just like his brother did, he was already being pulled into the fast currents of frat life.

At a party, he sees you.

The most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You don’t just walk into a room, you take it over. He knows who you are before you even say a word. The Zeta Gamma house sweetheart. The kind of girl who could ruin you with a look and make it feel like the best thing that ever happened to you.

At a party, you get in a big fight with your boyfriend, the president of his fraternity. People are pretending not to watch, but everyone is.

Then you storm off, heels clicking, jaw tight, out of the house and straight toward the drinks table.

Lochlan's there. Alone. New.

You slide up beside him, not looking at first. Then your eyes flick over, scanning him with practiced ease. You take him in, cute, handsome even, slightly dazed and trying to look casual. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, like he hasn’t quite learned how to take up space here.

"You're new..." you say, smoothly.

He blinks, caught off guard. “Uh—yeah. Lochlan.” He clears his throat. “Freshman.”

You raise a brow, faintly amused. “I figured. You’ve got that innocent look.”

He lets out a nervous laugh, glancing at you like you’re dangerous and fascinating all at once. “And you’re…?”

You finally look at him full-on, lips curling just slightly. “You already know.”