Kat's POV

Three men have made my life a living hell this semester, and I've touched myself thinking about all of them.

Jaxon. Blond, blue-eyed, captain of the soccer team. The kind of face that makes you forget he's cruel until he opens his mouth.

Milo. Dark hair, tattooed forearms, pierced eyebrow, a grin that never leaves his face because everything is a joke to him, especially me.

And Theo. Six-three, dark skin, body like it was carved for violence. He doesn't say much, but when he does, his voice sends butterflies to your ovaries.

I hate them, but at the same time, I think about Jaxon's hands every time...