The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

“You deserve to be happy too. You know that, right?”

I hate knowing that I hurt someone I care about. I have this terrible habit of wanting to make everyone happy, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness.

I’ve been with a lot of women. I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about something that never even occurred to you.

Facts

time heals all wounds.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to salsa dance. And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?” He shrugs. “I am doing what I want.” My eyebrows knit together as I wait for him to clarify. “I’m making you happy.” Squish. That’s the noise my heart makes. Because it’s so fucking full of love it can no longer contain it all.

The worst thing about hope, though? More often than not, it leads to disappointment.

It floors me how, in three short months, that’s what Allie Hayes has become. She’s everything to me.