It's not my agility that catches basketball player Tyron Channing's attention. It can't be when he found me grazed and hurt after an embarrassing slip. But my oh my, his breath-catching growls and him hauling me off my ass with a question that makes my head spin: Who did this to you? - make me dizzy with want. Between his intensity and his sweetness, he turns me into a melted puddle of goo, which isn't as gross as it sounds. And who knew I liked my men to wield facts like they're as essential as oxygen, all while being so smart that sometimes his brain-to-mouth function has no filter? There's something else you need to know about Tyron. He's all in and holds nothing back from our new friendship. Because that's totally what this is, right? Carrying my bag to classes, handing me my favorite coffee when I least expect it, being my defender, and introducing me to his teammates... they're all normal actions when people become study partners. I'll keep telling myself that-anything more with Tyron seems impossible. That doesn't stop me from fantasizing or holding out hope that one day, Tyron will see me as more than the geeky math nerd who just happens to have caught his attention.