Heart of Stone

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.