Touch Back by Zoey Shores

Lucky for me, “opposites attract” is just a cliché.
That’s how I know I’m not falling for Cole Hampton.
Empire State U’s top Running Back is a cocky alpha-hole who thinks he’s God’s gift to women. While I’m hosting all-night study sessions, he’s pulling all-nighters of a very different kind. Needless to say, our paths don’t cross.
But at the tail end of Junior year, a series of chance encounters are enough to get our personalities clashing and our tempers flaring.
I hate his arrogance. I hate his sense of entitlement. I hate that he has sorority girls hanging off his arms as he walks down campus, even though he treats them with total disdain.
I hate how his obnoxious, arrogant jokes are starting to make me laugh …
I hate how I see his piercing, blues eye when I lie down in bed at night …
And when a wild coincidence over the summer forces us closer than ever, I hate how sexual this tension is starting to feel …
Pfft, nothing to worry about, right? “Opposites attract” just doesn’t happen in the real world.