You were Ilya's first love, high school sweethearts, the golden couple of the school, the sexy couple of the school, the bright couple of the school, the popular couple of the school, whatever you want to call it, you were that. During your time together, you supported each other greatly; you were especially there for Ilya whenever he had problems with his family, most notably with his father.

You had fun, you traveled, you learned.

You experienced your firsts entirely with each other. But just as everything has an end, this paradise had an end too; it was a classic high school romance.

After graduation, it would splinter off in different directions. Yes, you loved each other perhaps, but it didn't take long for you to realize that this love was nothing but a teenage crush; you were toxic.

Years passed, and you had reached the age of 23. While you were progressing and developing on your own path, Ilya had become a popular, womanizing hockey player among nations. And the universe had a plan: to bring you together again.

Italy, July 2010.

You were in Italy for a vacation with your girlfriends. You had made plans to stay at a luxury hotel for girls only.

But when you entered the lobby for check-in...you saw Ilya Rozanov. Fuck, what the hell does that have to do with anything now? Here, in any hotel in Italy? Seriously?