On Sunday, I drag Heath over to my dorm to hang out. Ava’s still gone, so we sit on my bed and watch TV, make out, watch TV, nap, make out—it’s the perfect ending to a great weekend.

“You could stay the night,” I offer as he’s getting dressed to go.

“I wish I could, but I promised Maverick we’d work on Shakespeare. His test is tomorrow.”

I let out a sigh. “I should probably do some homework too. Someone distracted me all weekend.”

He leans down to kiss me. “You didn’t seem to mind so much when you were riding my face.”

Fresh desire blooms, and he must read it all over my expression because the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back and he’s on top of me kissing me like the world will end if he doesn’t.

A squeak and the slamming of a door breaks us apart.

I give Ava an apologetic smile. No matter how many times she sees Adam or Heath, she still gets shy around them.

“Hey, Ava,” he says to my roommate and then slowly rises off me, but not without another quick kiss. “Bye, baby. See you at the dining hall tomorrow?”

“Umm… yeah.” I think through my schedule. “Only for breakfast, though, I’m working at the Hall of Fame in the afternoon.”

“Too bad.” He winks and then heads out.

Monday afternoon I have three tours in a row. It’s only my second time working by myself. Usually we do them in pairs, but today, I’m the only one available.

I have a junior high class, a soccer recruit, and then finally a hockey recruit. Knowing I might see Heath before or after the last tour makes the time go by at a snail’s pace. It’s nice out today, though. Perfect Arizona weather with blue skies and a light fall breeze. I take Andi, the soccer chick, over to the practice field and we sit while I let her ask me questions and soak up the experience.

We return just in time for my last tour. I hand her off to a girl on the Valley team as Rauthruss and Maverick walk in the hockey recruit, Tom.

“Genevieve!” Maverick calls, his voice echoing in the big, open space.

I wave and step forward. “Hey, nice to meet you.” I smile and extend my hand to Tom.

“You’re in good hands,” Mav assures him. “Ginny is Adam’s sister and Heath’s—” He catches himself in time, but my blood pressure still rises. Mav coughs. “Friend.”

“Thanks, guys.” I bypass the weirdness by stepping away and inviting Tom to follow me with a head tilt in the opposite direction.