Penelope's POV

Timothy is standing by the back windows with a group of his teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand and Madison pressed against his side like a territorial claim. He's wearing all black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows off his hockey-toned physique and looking every inch the bad boy Alpha heir that made half the campus swoon.

But when our eyes meet across the room, everything else fades away.

For a moment, just a moment, we're frozen in that connection. His blue eyes ...