In the heart of New Belmont, inside a crowded sorority house heavy with music and perfume, a twenty-one-year-old blonde woman was sprawled across a boy's lap, his hands roaming across her body as they kissed hungrily.
Just as he reached for his belt, she suddenly pushed away from him.
Biting down on her lower lip, she sighed, "I can't, Rowan."
Rowan Hoover was silent for a while before he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her back, whispering, "Are you shy? Maybe I should've gotten a room away from the noise. But it's not too late, I can…"
The rest of the words died in his throat when she quickly shook her head and looked away guiltily wan.
An agitated glint flashed past his eyes as he cussed her in his heart.
This was stupid.
An entire year and the only thing he had ever done with her was touch and kiss her.
His eyes darted across the room, briefly stopping at the almost insignificant little bulbs at the four corners of the room.
