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I spin around, irritated that the more days that stack in front of our kiss, the more I think about her. I mean, she’s always been in the back of my head, but feeling those lips against mine sent her into my bloodstream.

My teeth grind against one another. I try to focus on the flatscreen one of the soccer players set up at the end of the hall, but I’m too antsy. I follow Rush on the TV when he does a fake play, but as soon as I hear Taytum’s girly laughter from behind, I open the app, log out of her profile, and make another.

Fake name.Check.

Fake bio.Check.

Discreet profile pic.Check.

I search the name Belle and smile deviously when her profile pops up. I swipe right, and to my surprise, it only takes a few minutes for her to accept the chat.

Emory is paying me no attention at all with his eyes on the game, so I decide to play my own game.

I’ll be on the losing side by the end of the night, but after I’m through with her, Taytum will surelyscore.

Hopefully, it’ll snap me back into shape, and I’ll score too.

But definitely not with her.

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TAYTUM

I searchfor my brother in the crowded hall to confirm that his eyes are elsewhere before clicking on the little heart icon in the corner of Bex Hex.

Admittedly, I thought Ford’s plan of putting me on a dating app was another one of his idiotic ideas to find me a boyfriend that couldn’t be swayed by my brother’s influence, but after getting numerous right swipes, it was sort of a confidence boost.

Of course, all the guys are boring, and not a single one of them has made my heart skip, but it’s still beneficial to get some practice conversation in.

I read the message from the latest swipe.

Favorite color, favorite food, favorite sport to watch… 3, 2, 1, and go.

I’m instantly intrigued because at least he’s not automatically asking for boob pics.

Purple, coffee… oh wait, that’s not a meal, and hockey.

I click my phone off and go back to watching the game until I feel another message come in.

Oh, he’s fast.

The other guys take days to respond, and sometimes they don’t respond at all if I refuse to send nudes.

Coffee is absolutely a meal. I’m with you on that.

I smile and type.

I like you already.

I take a few steps away from my sorority sisters and lean against the wall. I place my attention on the game, and to the naked eye, it looks like I’m watching intently, but instead, I’m waiting for another message.

Let’s get coffee sometime, then.

Someone is eager.

I’m not mad about it, but the conversation is definitely different from the rest. Most of the guys use Bex Hex for booty calls, but this guy seems…different. He doesn't text back right away, and I start to second-guess myself.

Is coffee code for sex or something?

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