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He told me to call him when I was single. So naturally, I saved his number as đ¨ DO NOT CALL đ¨. Beckett is Briarwood Universityâs star hockey player and the biggest player on campus. He doesnât do relationships, commitment, or feelings. Just hockey, parties, and a different girl whenever he feels like it. Iâm not interested. Especially not when Iâm still stuck in an exhausting on-and-off relationship with my boyfriend, Ethan. But when I finally break up with Ethan for good, Backettâs number is still sitting in my phone. And then thereâs the night I lose control at a party. One drink becomes too many. My head gets too loud. And suddenly, Iâm staring at the one contact I promised myself Iâd never call. đ¨ DO NOT CALL đ¨ So I call him. What starts as a distraction is supposed to be simple. No feelings. No expectations. No strings attached. Except Beckett doesnât stop being a player just because he meets me. And I donât 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.
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