“You can’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Connor would never forgive us!”

“You think I don’t know?” His voice rose. “I drove three hours here hoping I might see you.”

My heart stuttered. “You knew I’d be here?”

“I hoped. Your roommate, the fraternity it was a long shot but I couldn’t stay away.”

“Jake.”

“Tell me you didn’t feel it that summer,” he said, voice dropping. “Tell me I imagined everything, and I’ll drive you home and never bring this up again.”

That summer. Late nights when Connor passed out. His hand finding mine in the dark. That moment in the garage when he’d crowded me against his car, both...