Penelope's POV

The coffee is warm in my hands as Liam and I walk across campus toward the athletic complex. The sun is setting, casting shadows between the buildings, and I can't stop thinking about what Isla said earlier.

Date other people, have sex.

I steal a glance at Liam walking beside me. He's not bad looking. Actually, he's really not bad looking. Tall, broad shoulders from years of hockey, and those brown eyes that actually focus when he talks to you. Plus, he remembered me from back ...