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He told me to call him when I was single. So naturally, I saved his number as 🚨 DO NOT CALL 🚨. Beckett is Briarwood University’s star hockey player and the biggest player on campus. He doesn’t do relationships, commitment, or feelings. Just hockey, parties, and a different girl whenever he feels like it. I’m not interested. Especially not when I’m still stuck in an exhausting on-and-off relationship with my boyfriend, Ethan. But when I finally break up with Ethan for good, Backett’s number is still sitting in my phone. And then there’s the night I lose control at a party. One drink becomes too many. My head gets too loud. And suddenly, I’m staring at the one contact I promised myself I’d never call. 🚨 DO NOT CALL 🚨 So I call him. What starts as a distraction is supposed to be simple. No feelings. No expectations. No strings attached. Except Beckett doesn’t stop being a player just because he meets me. And I don’t stop being the girl who swore she would never fall for him. Maybe the problem was never that I called him. Maybe the problem is that neither of us knows how to hang up.