She's the food critic who tore me apart with her review—now she needs my help.

Marelle says she needs my protection, how can I say no?

She swears she regrets the past, but now isn't the time.

Her stalker is closing in on her.

Reopening old wounds would be a distraction.

Just like this overwhelming desire to touch her.

She feels so good in my arms, and when we kiss, sparks fly.

I can't fix what she did in the past, but I want her, against my better judgement.

If I was smart, I'd keep her at arm's length while protecting her.

The past is about to catch up to us, and tear our lives apart, but I'm going to keep her close for as long as I can...