Cold Contact

Aria Laurent runs the school like it runs itself.

She's everywhere and nowhere at once-loud with her friends, sharp with her words, effortless when it comes to making sure every event, fundraiser, and chaos-filled school moment somehow works out perfectly. Everyone knows her. Most people like her. A few don't. But nobody really knows her.

And she prefers it that way.

Until Grayson Cole stops pretending she's invisible.

Grayson is the school's ice hockey prodigy-the kind of guy with scholarships already lined up and expectations trailing behind him like a shadow he never asked for. He's three years older, untouchably polished on the ice, rich enough that nothing ever seems out of reach. He looks like he has everything figured out.

He doesn't.

Not really.

He's controlled, distant, and frustratingly calm until Aria pushes every one of his buttons without even trying.

They don't get along. Not even close. Every interaction feels like a collision waiting to happen, like neither of them is willing to step back first. But in a school where everyone already thinks they know who they are, Aria and Grayson might be the only two people paying attention to what's underneath.

And the more they clash, the harder it becomes to ignore the one thing neither of them wants to admit