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.

Revenge.

It's not in my nature.

But Benson Bexley deserves nothing less.

It's time for that heart of stone to shatter.