Heart of Stone
๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. Benson Bexley always had 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? Heโs 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 doesnโt remember who I am. And I have no intention of reminding him. After all, itโs only a matter of time until his nomadic life takes him away again. When his poetic charm strikes again, I play along. But maybe it's time he got a taste of his own medicine.