She's not over her ex.
I should have seen it coming, my world being shattered by the man that was supposed to love me. But I didn't and now I'm trying to find the pieces of me he left behind.
I can't fix her, not when I'm just as broken as she is. I should leave her alone, she's too good for me. But, fighting the attraction that pulls us together is getting harder every day.
It doesn't take long until we're a tangle of limbs and pleasures.
No promises are made, no guarantees.
Just a vow to keep our hearts out of the bedroom.
Except, now we both have to try and avoid getting cut on each other's broken parts.