Tracy's POV

I stood there in the dim hallway of the co-ed dorm, my knuckles rapping softly on Liam's door at two in the morning, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat because finals had me completely wrecked and I just needed some kind of break from staring at these stupid notes that weren't making any sense anymore. 

The door creaked open after a moment, and there he was, Liam, my hot senior neighbor with that messy dark hair and those broad shoulders that always made my stomach flip whenever I saw him in the laundry room or passing by in the hall, his eyes...