Zoe siempre ha sido tímida. Para intentar ayudarla, una amiga de la universidad la desafía a cometer la locura más grande que se le ocurra: besar a un chico cualquiera. Así que decide seguir a Dylan hasta una habitación que cree que es un aula, pero allí termina viendo más de lo que debería. No puede besarlo ahora… No después de su bochornoso encuentro, y mucho menos después de que él le dijera que tiene novia. Pero cuando Dylan se entera del desafío, los dos hacen un pacto: si alguna vez se vuelven a cruzar, y ambos están solteros, se besarán. Dos años más tarde, el destino interviene, y terminan siendo compañeros de habitación por error. Ahora Zoe está viendo a Dylan mucho más de lo que esperaba, y es aún más difícil resistirse a dejar pasar esa segunda oportunidad.
The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I'm very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I'm attracted to. At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I'd never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus. I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil... and... uh, maybe I shouldn't tell you all of it. It's pretty normal stuff, things you'd expect... from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn't hide anymore - not that he'd have let me even if I tried. Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn't help that I'm not the most subtle person in the world either. He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can't even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he's around. He thinks we're going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don't care that I'm not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him. The thing is, that's exactly what I'm doing - what we're doing, I think. Falling. Hard.