It Started in Spanish

Anthony stops at my bare shoulder and leans down to press a hot kiss onto the skin.

"You can't say things like that.."

He delivers another, this one to my collarbone and making my words grow weak, unconvincing ... even as they come from my own mouth.

"We're supposed to be ... friends."

Anthony is quiet at first, the only response I get being his free hand drifting over to cage my body into the small space between us.

"I know .." He trails off.

It goes dead silent for a second.

"But I ... don't think that's enough for me, B."

There's a sharp breath from me at the words and a flush of heat to my cheeks when Anthony pushes my hair over my shoulder.

His actions expose me to him, showing off my bare shoulders in a way that's downright indecent as the straps pulled down now hang loosely off my arms.

"I don't want .. to be just a friend to you."

And then, there's another kiss to pair.

Although it isn't a simple peck this time. It's an actual kiss now, slow and softly pressed onto my neck.

Beatrix thought she'd never trust another guy again.

After being burned, both physically and emotionally by her ex-boyfriend Rudy in her senior year of high school, Beatrix's trust in people is low.

That is, until she transfers to the esteemed, private Highland University.

It's a fresh start to give the girl what she wants most: A shot at normalcy.

The plan is simple .. just keep her head down, study her ass off, try to become a functional person once again and hopefully make one friend or two.

Everything was supposed to start over that year.

She'd had high hopes of starting anew and faithfully prepared to blend in to the background.

And the day goes well.

Until she sits down in Spanish, where she meets Anthony Gamaro.

After a slight misunderstanding, Beatrix finds herself in an odd friendship with the 20 year old football player. One that slowly helps her regain the confidence she'd long lost before.