Benson Bexley has always had a heart of stone.
Apparently nothing has changed.

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 shielded his soul from the world.
And that same sharp-edged jaw that cut straight through my heart like a dagger.

Fortunately, this time I see right through his arrogant charm.
Even better, he doesn’t remember who I am.
I have no intention of reminding him.
After all, it’s only a matter of time until his nomadic lifestyle takes him away again.

When his poetic charm strikes once more, I play along.
Maybe it's time he got a taste of his own medicine.

Revenge.
It’s not in my nature.
But Benson Bexley deserves nothing less.
It’s time for that heart of stone to shatter.