He didn’t touch me. Didn’t kiss me. Just looked at me like I was something he shouldn’t want—but couldn’t help staring at anyway. And now I’m lying here, hours later, still trying to breathe normally. Still hearing his voice. Still writing about a boy who didn’t even ask my name. Summary: Back in her dorm room after her first college party, Ivy Wren can’t stop thinking about Jace Wilder—the boy with sharp eyes and a rough voice who warned her to stay away. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t ask for her number. But somehow, he left a mark. Now, alone in the quiet, Ivy puts pen to paper and confesses the one thought she can’t shake: what if she wants him to be her first mistake?