by Nessa Page
(Undone University Series)
Publication date: October 26th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
KRYSTAL’S FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE was supposed to be the best year of her life, so far. She has a great best friend, great roommate, and great boyfriend. Eh, maybe that last one isn’t quite right. She finds this out the hard way when they break up and he revenge posts steamy pictures of her on social media. What’s a girl to do, besides go confront him?
Except she ends up finding his frat brother instead.
The Undone University Series features sexy undergrads who prove there’s more to campus life than classes.
“You said you don’t date.” And now I’m replaying that night in my head. Was it actually just me he was rejecting? Letting me down easy? Something like shame or embarrassment begins a slow boil in my chest.
At least he has the decency to look suitably ashamed. He ducks his head as a soft blush creeps over his cheeks. “I don’t.”
“And yet… here we are… on a date.” I wave both hands in a motion that encompasses the whole backseat, him, and me.
“I’m here for Jameson.” Jace nods his head toward his friend in the driver’s seat as we pull away from the curb and roll toward the main road leading off campus.
“And it cost me some primo football tickets to get him here,” Jameson pipes up.
My embarrassment eases some at the idea that Jameson had to be bribed to go on this blind date. I wasn’t exactly a willing participant either. But now that we’re both here, and he’s looking—and smelling—so good, I might as well make the best of it. “So, where are my tickets?”
Silence. Crickets. Neither Jameson nor Jace has an answer. In fact, Jameson looks a little like a deer caught in headlights.
Miranda turns in her seat to spear Jace with her best, do-as-I-say look. “Jace will just have to take you with him when he goes. Won’t you Jace?”
Jace looks from Miranda to me and back again. I can almost see the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure out a way to get out of taking me out on another date. Okay, so maybe I should still be at least a little offended.
“Uh… yeah, sure,” he answers hesitantly. Miranda sits back in her seat, satisfied with her solution, and I’m left wishing I never asked about the tickets in the first place.
Jace’s attention is on me. I can practically feel it, like a caress on my skin. I meet his gaze, noticing for the first time that his eyes are a warm honeyed amber color. I haven’t been close enough, with enough light to see the color by until now. His expression is unreadable. I can’t tell if he’s happy to be here or regretting coming.
I’m suddenly feeling overly self-conscious. I look away, carefully setting my clutch purse in my lap and resting my hands over it, trying to think of something to busy myself with, so I don’t turn and stare—and possibly start drooling—at Jace for the entire drive. Miranda and Jameson are engaged in quiet conversation in the front seat, and I can make out bits and pieces, but don’t want to insert myself into a conversation that wasn’t intended for me. This is their date, and I don’t want to intrude.
I should try to make conversation with Jace. He is supposed to be my date after all, even if an unwilling one. “So, how long have you and Jameson been friends?” That’s, apparently, the best I’ve got. My cheeks heat, and I keep my gaze averted. No reason to make this situation worse by making eye contact.
“We met in high school,” he answers but doesn’t elaborate. “How about you and Miranda?”
“Since we were eight. It was a whirlwind wo-mance. She was new at school, and shy, and I was the kid who never stopped talking. On her first day, I saw her sitting quietly on the jungle gym at recess and started talking to her.”
“And hasn’t stopped since!” Miranda chimes in from the front seat.
“Har-har,” I return and place a hand on the shoulder of her seat. “You know you love listening to me talk. I’m the most interesting person in your life.”
“Truth.” She turns and pats my hand affectionately, then turns to my date. “But I should warn you, Jace. She even talks in her sleep.”
I’m certain my eyebrows are in my hairline right now. Does she know what she’s just implied? Does he?
A quick glance at Jace confirms it. His smile is wide, and his eyes bright with laughter. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
Jameson chuckles but keeps his attention on the road.
That’s it. I’m done trying to make conversation. We can spend the rest of the ride in silence if it means avoiding further embarrassment in front of what might possibly be the most beautiful and frustrating man alive.