Jordyn White

Holiday Heat Jordyn White

I was supposed to wipe the slate clean. New college. New state. New start.

But even before my first class, I was already off on the wrong foot. At that frat party, it was me versus the most famous womanizer on campus, and I still don't know who came out on top.

I do know that when I found out Bobby Sullivan was joining me, my cousin, and his friends for our week-long holiday retreat, I should've listened to my gut. I knew it'd lead to trouble.

I just didn't know what kind.

I tried to keep my distance from Bobby, but things didn't exactly go according to plan. Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and his mouth on my lips.

And what's worse, I let him.

Now we're doing far more than kissing, and I'm feeling far, far more for Bobby than a smart girl should.

Especially when he's made it perfectly clear: this is as far as this thing can go. When this trip is over, so are we. Because forever is not in the cards for us.

It can't be.