Am I guilty of sleeping with Gray Freshman year? Yes, I am. Have I spent the last two and a half years avoiding him like the plague? You better believe it. Grayson McNichols can have his pick of girls on this campus. Just ask him and he’ll tell you that the females of Hillsdale University have a real penchant for sexy, hockey playing hotties. Hell, all he has to do is flash a smile in their direction and they fall right onto their backs and spread their legs. Would I happen to be one of them? Umm…I’m going to plead the fifth on that one. All right, fine. You caught me. I made the mistake of knocking boots with Gray freshman year. What can I say? I’m a sucker for gorgeous guys with inky black hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples. And don’t even get me started on his chiseled chest and abs of steel… After we hooked up, I never heard from Gray again. Not that I expected too. Okay, that’s a lie. Maybe for one brief, delusional moment, I thought I might be different. You know, the girl who changes the hockey playing bad boy for the better (cue the laughter). But he swiftly disabused me of that notion by moving on to fresh meat in the blink of an eye. Which is precisely why I’ve avoided Grayson like the plague ever since. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I totally deserve what I get. Well, I don’t plan on falling into that trap ever again. Except…now our parents are dating, and Gray’s come up with a cockamamie plan to break them up that has disaster written all over it.