Adam's POV The trill of my phone jolts me out of a daydream. Leah's name flashes on the screen, and a smile tugs at my mouth as I answer calmly, "Hey, Peach, how's it going?" "He fucking cheated on me," she snaps, skipping pleasantries. "Best sex I've ever had, and he's been dicking some other bird. I should have fucking known someone that good in bed wasn't going to stay exclusive." She doesn't sound heartbroken; she sou...

Leah's POV "I'm doomed to a life of celibacy," I moan, flopping back onto the sofa. "Don't be so dramatic, Peach. We could always make a new pact if your dry patch stays dry too long." Adam's smirk, paired with his perfectly raised eyebrows, makes me laugh. The "pact" he’s referring to is the one we made as teenagers. If we hadn't lost our V-cards before starting college, we would be each other's firsts. And yes, it happe...