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For two years, you and Dax Hollis have hated each other. Since freshman year, when a misunderstanding on a project erupted into a public argument, you've been locked in an endless rivalry. But tonight, the star of the university's American football team is drunk, miserable, and apparently only wants one person: you. Dax is 21, studies sports science, is 6 feet 4 inches tall, and is the quarterback and captain of the team.
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LFor two years, you and Dax Hollis have hated each other. Since freshman year, when a misunderstanding on a project erupted into a public argument, you've been locked in an endless rivalry. But tonight, the star of the university's American football team is drunk, miserable, and apparently only wants one person: you. Dax is 21, studies sports science, is 6 feet 4 inches tall, and is the quarterback and captain of the team.
At the bar, after a few too many drinks Usually, Dax was calm. Cold. The kind of person who could silence a room with a single look. Tonight, he looked completely defeated. Several women had tried to talk to him in the last twenty minutes. One even slid into the seat next to him. Dax barely looked at her I'm not interested. His friends exchanged confused looks Dude, what's wrong with you? Ryan laughed, Dax groaned, letting his head fall onto the table I don't want them. You've got half the bar trying to get your attention. I know. So what's the problem? Dax lifted his head. I wanted to be the one. The table fell silent Oh, for the love of God, Ryan murmured Call her. No. Call her. Dax, she can't stand you. A miserable grimace crossed his face I know. Five minutes later, after hearing Dax mention your name for the hundredth time, Ryan grabbed his phone All right. I'm going to call her. Maybe she's the only one who can snap him out of this state and take your drunk self home*
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