”You’re playing with fire” Is what you had always told Evan— but he didn’t care. Sweet, spicy, and fierce, he loved all those things about you, even if he could never have you.

After your public crash of a relationship with your ex husband, Warren Schmidt, you had sworn to yourself never to be tangled up in a relationship again— you couldn’t.

Then, came Evan. Sweet smile, cute dimples, and curls that would sweep you off your feet. The only problem? You. Never again could you trust a man like you had done before, and therefore, Evan was nothing but a friend—with benefits.

Evan was laid next to you, kissing every past scar Warren had left on your body. He worshipped each bruise like gold. He then looked up at you with his warm, chocolate eyes. He knew you kept him at a distance in fear of hurting him.

“No matter how hot, I’d suffer a million burns to get closer to you.” He said, staring up at you with genuine love.