Who thought a place named Shepherdstown would be hiding someone who looked like this?

And I ran into him. Literally. Nice. “I’m sorry. I was in a hurry to get to class. I’m late and…”

His lips tipped up on the corners as he knelt. He started gathering up my stuff and for a brief moment I felt like crying. I could feel tears building in my throat. I was really late now, like no way could I walk into that class and on the first day. Fail.

Dipping down, I let my hair fall forward and shield my face as I started grabbing up my pens. “You don’t have to help me.”

“It’s no problem.” He picked up a slip of paper and then glanced up. “Astronomy 101? I’m heading that way, too.”

Great. For the whole semester I’d have to see the guy I nearly killed in the hallway. “You’re late,” I said lamely. “I really am sorry.”

With all my books and pens back in my bag, he stood as he handed it back to me. “It’s okay.” That crooked grin spread, revealing a dimple in his left cheek, but nothing on the right side, though. “I’m used to having girls throw themselves at me.”

I blinked, thinking I hadn’t heard the blue-eyed babe right, because surely he hadn’t said something as lame as that.

He had and he wasn’t done. “Trying to jump on my back is new, though. Kind of liked it.”

Feeling my cheeks burn, I snapped out of it. “I wasn’t trying to jump on your back or throw myself at you.”

“You weren’t?” The lopsided grin remained. “Well, that’s a shame. If so, it would have made this the best first day of class in history.”

I didn’t know what to say as I clutched the heavy bag to my chest. Guys hadn’t flirted with me back at home. Most of them hadn’t dared to look in my direction in high school and the very few that did, well, they hadn’t been flirting.

Blue Eyes’ gaze dropped to the slip of paper in his hand. “Avery Morgansten?”

My heart jumped. “How do you know my name?”

He cocked his head to the side as the smile inched wider. “It’s on your schedule.”

“Oh.” I pushed the wavy strands of hair back from my hot face. He handed my schedule back, and I took it, slipping it into my bag. A whole lot of awkward descended as I fumbled with my strap.

“My name is Cameron Hamilton,” Blue Eyes said. “But everyone calls me Cam.”

Cam. I rolled the name around, liking it. “Thank you again, Cam.”

He bent over and picked up a black backpack I hadn’t noticed. Several locks of dark hair fell over his forehead and as he straightened, he brushed them away. “Well, let’s make our grand entrance.”

My feet were rooted to the spot where I stood as he turned and strolled the couple of feet to the closed door to room 205. He reached for the handle, looking over his shoulder, waiting.