Really, really short. But the next chapter is almost done so expect an update within the hour. Still review though.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
She hates clichés. Hates getting flowers and having her cheek kissed in the middle of a crowded hallway and hates the word relationship because it's always followed by ended or damaged.
Burke was her first. The first time she loved someone with her entire heart since her dad. The first time she let a guy into her apartment. The first time she met the parents of the guy she was sleeping with. The first time she let someone completely in, and she hates him for that. Hates that he pushed her into all of this only to let her down, but most of all she hates that he was the one who broke her heart. (She's always done the breaking.)
And then Mark shows up and she's supposed to hate him but she can't. Because she sympathizes, knows what it's like to fall without the thought of consequences and, maybe, that's why he lets him whisper secrets into her neck in the dark of her apartment.
It's not supposed to mean anything. Just sex, and fun and games, and no-strings attached, and no heartbreak, but it doesn't stay that way.
Her life's a never-ending battle to keep away from guys who like to shatter her heart.
(It's an epic failure.)