"Stop calling me Sasha, Nyla" He said lowly against my neck as we were cornered in the library. "Then stop calling me moya lyubov." I said totally butchering that pronunciation. "...No." He said quick as fuck. "...Then no." I rolled my eyes. Nyla Brooks has always been the kind of girl who says yes. Yes to parties. Yes to road trips. Yes to making memories. Unfortunately... yes to bad decisions too. After a freshman year full of disciplinary strikes, she's given one final opportunity to prove she's changed: tutor an international student through a brand-new academic program. Easy enough. Until her student turns out to be Dimitri Volkov. A six-foot-five Russian hockey player who barely speaks, never looks away, and somehow manages to argue with her using half the words she does. She can't figure him out. He can't stop trying to figure her out. And somewhere between statistics homework, sarcastic nicknames, and two-hour tutoring sessions... they both start earning a little more than extra credit.

"𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒑 𝑹𝒊𝒓𝒊," "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊"