“So tell me what this good-looking man candy looked like? This is a need to know kind of detail.”

Part of me didn’t want to say, because thinking about Cam made me about a thousand different levels of uncomfortable. “Uh… well, he was really tall and nicely built, I guess.”

“How do you know he was nicely built? Did you feel him up, too?”

I laughed as Brittany shook her head. “I seriously ran into him, Jacob. And he caught me. I wasn’t feeling him up on purpose, but he seemed like he had a good body.” I shrugged. “Anyway, he had dark, wavy hair. Longer than yours, kind of messy but in a—”

“Damn, girl, if you say messy in a I-don’t-care-I’m-a-sexy-beast kind of way, I want to run into this guy.”

Brittany giggled. “Love hair like that.”

I wondered if my face looked as hot as it felt. “Yeah, it was like that. He was really gorgeous and his eyes were so blue they looked—”

“Wait,” Brittany gasped, her own eyes widening. “Were his eyes like so blue they almost look fake? And did he smell like really good? I know that sounds creepy and weird, but just answer the question.”

That was kind of creepy and weird and really funny. “Yes to both.”

“Holy shit on a shoe.” Brittany let out a loud laugh. “Did you get his name?”

I was starting to get worried, because Jacob also had this dawning expression on his face. “Yeah, why?”

Brittany elbowed Jacob and then she lowered her voice. “Was it Cameron Hamilton?”

My jaw hit my lap.

“It was!” Brittany’s shoulders shook. “You ran into Cameron Hamilton?”

Jacob wasn’t smiling. He was just staring at me in… awe? “I am so incredibly envious of you right now. I would give my left testicle to run into Cameron Hamilton.”

I half laughed, half choked. “Wow. That’s pretty serious.”

“Cameron Hamilton is serious, Avery. You wouldn’t know. You’re not from around here,” Jacob said.

“You’re a freshman, too. How do you know about him?” I asked, because Cam looked too old to be a freshman. He had to at least be a junior or senior.

“Everyone on campus knows him,” he replied.

“You’ve been on campus for less than a week!”

Jacob grinned. “I get around.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t get it. Yeah, he’s… hot, but so what?”

“I went to school with Cameron,” Brittany explained, glancing over her shoulder. “I mean, he was two years older than me, but he was like the shit in high school. Everyone wanted to be around him or with him. It’s pretty much the same here.”

Curiosity rose in spite of how what Brittany had said reminded me of someone else. “So you guys are from around here?”

“No. We’re from outside of Morgantown—Fort Hill area. I don’t know why he chose this school instead of WVU, but I did because I wanted to get out of town versus being stuck with the same old people.”