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“I know.” I knew he knew. He acted disinterested, but they were roommates, and both not only played on the same team but were both starters.

“He’s going to lose her,” I repeated and sniffled.

“How?”

“Trevor Grant.”

“What? The hockey player?” I nodded, and he stared at me for a long time.

“They’re meant to be together, Dave,” I shared softly once I got hold of myself.

“Roxie, I hate to break it you, but meant to be might not be a thing.” I wasn’t sure why it stung to hear him say that when I believed the same thing.

“Normally, as much as I’d hate to admit it, I would agree with you.” I blinked away the tears he quickly wiped away.

“But?”

“But they’re the real thing, Dave,” I whispered, feeling oddly vulnerable. “And now—”I took a deep breath to stop myself from falling apart into tears again, “—because Adam’s being an idiot, following her around instead of just talking to her so they can get over their stupid fight, he’s going to lose her.” I swallowed what felt like a huge rock in the middle of my throat.

“You know he’s been following her around?” I gave him my best are you serious right now? look.

“You know, too.” It wasn’t a question but fact.

Not only were they teammates but roommates. I knew there was no way he could have missed the way Adam had been acting the last year. He just shrugged as his hands moved from my face to my hair, tucking strands behind my ear and away from my face.

“You want them to find their way to each other?” he asked. I opened then shut my mouth. “Don’t do that, Rox. Talk to me.”

“Yes! Okay?” I sighed. “I do. They’re meant to be together. I mean… you’ve seen them together. Before they had their fight.”

“Who would have guessed it?” he said instead of acknowledging how right Adam and Callie were together.

“What?”

“The bratty ice princess is a bit of a romantic,” he teased, probably to lighten the mood. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not,” I denied, totally lying. “I should go read and⁠—“

“Stay.” His hands gripped my hips. That’s when I realized our position and it hit me.

We were on the couch and I was straddling him. And there was no denying how hard he was beneath me.

“Ignore it,” he rasped, like he could read my thoughts. “What would you do if I made it happen?”

“Make what happen?” My body trembled lightly over his. Is he talking about us?

“Adam and Callie,” he clarified. “If I could get them to finally talk their shit out and get together?”

“You can’t do that.”

“What would you do for me if I could?” His hands on my hips moved up and stroked my back. “If I could do that, get the ball moving, get them together… what would you do?”

“Trevor’s interested. I saw him today. He waited for her after class. You should have seen how he looked at⁠—“

“What would you do?” he repeated, and I blinked. Suddenly, it felt like I was about to make a deal with the devil.

“What would you want?” I tried furiously to keep my breathing calm and steady even though my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Another three months.”