Whore. Slut. Typhoid Mary. I've been called all these at Central College. One drunken night, one act of irresponsible behavior, and my reputation was ruined. Guys labeled me as easy, and girls shied away. To cope, I stayed away from Central social life and away from Central men, so why is it that my new biology lab partner is so irresistible to me? He's everything I shouldn't want. A former marine involved in illegal fighting with a quick-trigger temper and an easy smile for all the women. His fists aren't the danger to me, though; it's his charm. He's sliding his way into my heart, and I'm afraid that he's going to be the one to break me.
Impulsive. Unthinking. Hot tempered. I allow instinct to rule my behavior. "If it feels good, do it" has been my motto, because if I spend too much time thinking, I'll begin to remember exactly where I came from. At Central College I've got fighting, and I've got women, and I thought I was satisfied until I met her. She's everything I didn't realize I wanted, and the more time I spend with her, the more I want her. But she's been hurt too much in the past, and I don't want to be the one to break her. I know I should walk away, but I just can't.