Leighton Katmere chose to jump off the roof of the tallest building on campus at 3:04 a.m., but she didn't choose to be saved. Ronan Fitch was everything Leighton didn't trust, rich, reckless, gorgeous, and infamous for never taking anything seriously, but the night he pulled her back from the edge, he didn't leave. He kept showing up, he kept choosing her, and somehow, in a house full of chaotic frat boys, a very grumpy cat, and late night pancakes, Leighton started to feel something she hadn't felt in a long time: Safe. And when he found the list, scribbled like to her future self, full of small, impossible things she never thought she'd live long enough to do, Ronan decided they were going to start crossing it off. One by one. But surviving the night doesn't erase what came before. It doesn't fix the scars Leighton hides under sleeves, or the rumors that cling to Ronan. It doesn't stop the people who still think they get to touch her life, and when the campus finally shows its teeth, Leighton realizes safety can be taken as easily as it's given. Ronan wants her anyway, patiently, like he's not afraid of the messy parts, quiet promises and a hand held tight enough to keep her here. Leighton doesn't know how to trust a boy like him. She doesn't know how to be someone's choice, but with every item they cross off, she gets closer to the scariest one of all: Being happy. Even if it's just for a little while.

It started with a nosebleed. One accidental headbutt, one very public disaster, and suddenly Rory Callyns is that girl, the one who almost broke her crush's face. She's quiet, awkward, and definitely not the kind of girl who gets kissed at parties. And then there's Carden Rayne, popular, gorgeous, and the kind of boy people can't help but fall for. So when Rory asks him for help for kissing lessons and he says yes, it's supposed to be harmless. Practice, boost confidence, nothing really real, somewhere between the laughter, the late night talks, and the almosts that start to feel like more, practice stops feeling like pretending.

He told Aria to leave him alone. She should have listened, but Locklyn was hard to ignore when he was sleeping across the hall, barely eating, smoking in the snow, and waking from nightmares like he was still trapped somewhere awful. He was beautiful in the worst way. The kind of boy who looked like he'd already burned through all his light. Aria wanted to help him anyways. Then she wanted to stay. Then she wanted him in ways she absolutely shouldn't want the boy her family had taken in. [Complete Book]