[COMPLETE] "You know for someone who's a virgin you sure do talk about sex a lot." He says. "You should see the type of books I read. As for the virgin part, I'm sure you can rearrange that right?" "Be careful what you wish for." He whispers soon after. ~ 18 year old Kailani; kai, has always had the perfect life. The perfect parents, the perfect brother, the perfect social life. One tragic event this past January changes everything. Packing up and leaving her home, brother, and bad memories becomes easier once she meets Rebecca Grey. Kai begins to think that she'll be able to repairs the wounds but one tall mysterious roommate will make that difficult. Will the 20 year old Roman Grey; twin brother of Rebecca and roommate of Kai let his unknown hatred towards her get in the way of falling for her and her unfiltered personality? they say you can't break whats already broken. will kai and roman be the ones to prove that theory wrong? published 4•5•21 completed: 6•1•21 labeled mature due to cussing, sensitive topics, and 'other reasons' PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS'Just You'

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.