Dressed to Kill

Hadley’s POV

Tonight was a war zone.

You do not walk into battle hoping for a gentle defeat. You walk in ready to conquer. You walk in wearing impenetrable armor. Two hours before I ended up face-to-face with a stunned hockey god in the middle of a sticky frat house floor, I made a promise to myself. I stood in front of the cheap full-length mirror attached to my bedroom door and outlined my mi