Joining the insomnia thread at PCU was supposed to be harmless, a place to burn through the quiet hours with strangers who’d never know my name.
A way to take my mind off the NHL scouts breathing down my neck.
Just honesty at 2 a.m. with a girl I only know as LittleTooMuch. I didn’t plan to fall for her. But somewhere between the late-night confessions and the things I’d never say out loud, I did.
Then Harlow walks into my life—guarded, beautiful, and my team captain’s little sister. The more time I spend with her, the harder it gets to ignore the feeling that I already know her.
And if I’m right, I’m in a lot of trouble.
