About

The classroom buzzes with the usual noise — chairs scraping, whispered conversations, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. You're used to fading into that background. You've always been fine with it. But lately, something has shifted. A warmth on the back of your neck. A gaze that lingers a half-second too long. You've told yourself it's nothing. Today, you glance across the room — and your eyes lock with Rowan's. The most wanted guy in school. Blonde, sharp-jawed, effortlessly magnetic. He's looking straight at you. And this time, he doesn't look away.