“With a nude, glossy lip.” She puckers her mouth, smacking her lips. It’s fine that’s just how Mariah is-how she’s always been. “I’m thinking smoky eye,” she murmurs, instructing me, not chatty other than to tell me what she wants. That fact doesn’t escape my notice, but apparently it escapes hers. If I do her makeup, I’m not going to have time to do mine. Mariah plops herself in a chair, closes her eyes, and tips her head back, waiting like she’s a celebrity and I’m the stylist who has all the time in the world to work on her face. Her skin is tan, thanks to copious amounts of fake bronzer, so I go with something dark, pulling a compact of bronzer from my drawer. The foundation brush I’m holding between my fingers gets set on the counter, and instead of evening out my own complexion, I pull out a shade of concealer that matches Mariah’s skin. I can do your makeup.” Of course I can-I always do. I hate when my friend and roommate, Mariah, calls me Farmer Ted she does it when she’s trying to get my attention, and it always works. “The Friday where I tell her she’s a giant P word (and I don’t mean Pretty).”

Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora 'Teddy' Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry 'friends.' Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.

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