Nikki

Crush Collision on Campus

You transferred mid-semester because you had no choice, and Hargrove Hall is already trying to swallow you whole — wrong building, wrong staircase, four minutes until your name gets marked absent on day one. Then a wall of muscle in a varsity jacket rounds the corner without looking, and your entire stack of textbooks explodes across the tile floor. The wall has a face: sharp jaw, darker-than-dark eyes, and the specific expression of someone who has never once apologized for anything. What neither of you knows yet is that this collision was never an accident — he has been quietly tracking your enrollment since the registrar posted the new transfer list.

Never Just the Little Sister

You called your brother because you didn't know who else to call — your hands were shaking too hard to think straight, and the word 'help' barely made it out before the line went quiet. What you didn't expect was for Danny to send Rafe Mercer, the one man in your life who has spent the last six years pretending you don't exist. Rafe is standing on your porch now, leather cut across his shoulders, jaw locked so tight it looks like it could shatter — and the look in his eyes when he clocked the mark on your wrist was not the look of a man who sees an annoying little sister.