Benson Bexley has a heart of stone.
Apparently, nothing changes.
When he returns home after a decade gone, I recognize him right away.
How could I forget him?
He’s the same cocky flirt who slid dirty poetry to me in art class.
With the same stone-cold stare that shields his soul from the world.
And that same sharp-edged jaw that cuts straight through a heart like a dagger.
Fortunately, I see right through his arrogant charm.
Even better, he doesn’t remember who I am.
And I have no intention of reminding him.
After all, it’s only a matter of time until his nomadic life takes him away again.
When he relentlessly pursues me, I devise an evil plan.
Play along with his dirty, poetic charm.
And then give him a taste of his own medicine.
It’s not in my nature.
But Benson Bexley deserves nothing less.
It’s time for that heart of stone to shatter.