It is self-explanatory, sadly. I met dozens of people last night, but Heath is the only one I can recall with any detail. There’s a hotness about Heath that goes beyond types and is more universal truth.

Hottest guy on campus: Back at the dorm?

Me: No, actually I’m next door waiting for Dakota and Reagan so we can leave for the pool party. Are you going?

Hottest guy on campus: Depends. Are you going to be there in a bikini?

I glance down at my very covered midsection.

Me: Guess you’ll have to come to find out.

Despite Heath’s texts that sound anxious to see me, he isn’t around when Dakota, Reagan, and I meet Adam and Rhett in the parking lot to catch a ride over.

We pile into Adam’s Jeep and drive the few blocks to the pool party. Adam parks along the street and points. “That’s Ray Fieldhouse. The student fitness facility is inside, and a lot of the teams have private workout rooms there, too.”

“Where’s the rink from here?” I ask, trying to get my bearings. The Valley U campus is big and I’m still not sure where everything is.

“Couple of blocks west,” Rhett answers.

I sling my beach bag over my shoulder and follow the guys up the sidewalk. “Whose house is this?” I ask once we get to our destination. I was expecting an apartment with a community pool or an old house with a tiny yard and pool. This is none of that.

“This is The White House,” Adam remarks. “Guys from the basketball team live here.”

We walk around to the back of the giant white house, aptly named, to the pool party going on outside. The pool itself takes up half the large yard and the other side is grassy with a volleyball net set up. There are people everywhere. Everywhere. The scene looks like something straight out of a spring break video. Music pumping loudly, girls lounging on rafts, guys chilling with beers in hand, a coed volleyball game.

Even in my tiny shorts and my cleavage pushed up to my ears, I’m grossly overdressed. And where does one stow a bag in a place like this? Something tells me I’m not going to need any of the things I packed: sunscreen, towels, bottled water, three pairs of sunglasses.

On the plus side, there are entirely too many people in the back yard of The White House to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about my giant bag. My thoughts only stray as far as my next step.

We squeeze through behind Adam and Rhett’s large frames to the keg. I’m introduced to more guys from the hockey team, some I recognize from last night.

“Tiny?” I can’t help but ask of the guy who is anything but. “Your name is Tiny?”