The more I'm with her, the harder she is to resist.
She's an ice sculpture of a woman: perfect and untouchable.
But I see the spark in her eyes, the fire beneath the surface.
I need her to ignite. Just for me.
What do I do when I discover the truth? She’s everything I suspected her of and worse.
But the real shock?
She’s not the villain in this story.
Somehow I have to find a way to make it right before I lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me.