The hottest guy on campus wasn't the head of the football team or the class president. He was the teaching assistant assigned to my art history class. I knew it was wrong to get involved, but I couldn't help myself. I never met anyone who could talk about all the great painters with such passion. Looking deep into his eyes, I felt like I met my soulmate.
The only problem was the university's policy against teaching assistants and undergraduates dating. And my brother, who hated the idea. And my sister, who wanted to date my crush. Oh yeah, and my parents and his parents and the world in general. Basically everyone we knew had some reason they wanted us to stay away from each other.
Flying in the face of all rational arguments, Liam and I knew we were meant to be together. It didn't matter how much trouble we would get in. But when he buckled under pressure from the dean and called things off, I suffered the worst kind of betrayal. He was in my heart and in my mind even though I wasn't allowed to be with him. And then my brother invited him to share Christmas with the family, so he was literally right down the hall. This would end in nothing but heartbreak.