He could have any girl on campus, except for one.

Me.

I'm a Lancaster, meaning I'm basically untouchable - or so I thought. My family owns the school which I have to endure before I can return to what I love most: ballet.

West doesn't make my time here easy. He's arrogant. Crude. Insufferable. Yet he's the only boy I've ever let touch me . . .

You see, West and I? We share a secret. In Paris, I revealed parts of myself to him I've never shown anyone else. And he did the same.