DAX
Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.
Me—lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a handor if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand
Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.
Basically, a walking red flag.
But for a guy whos always looking to start a fight with me, I cant wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Since then, hes hot and cold. One minute hes telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.
Or a kiss.
In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.
Maybe hes right and I shouldnt mess with him, but for frats sakewheres the fun in that?
