His thumb traced the Sharpie on your wrist. “Call me. Or don’t. I’ll be playing for you either way, pretty girl.” 🎸💋 You spent two years in love with the quarterback. Then your best friend started dating him. Now you’re smiling through every game-day party, dying a little inside, until the guitarist everyone wants slips his leather jacket over your shoulders and says, “Come hear me play.” Dex Moreau has the buzzcut, the neck tattoo, and a campus full of girls who’d give anything for one look. He only looks at you. But his ex is the queen of campus, and she wants him back. Your best friend can’t know the truth and you can’t tell if you’re falling for Dex or just trying to stop hurting. Stay in the crowd, or let him play for you alone?
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