I hate Valentine's Day for one reason and one reason only: Wes Paulsen. He came into my life like a wrecking ball one year ago today. After an incredible night together, we were inseparable for months. I'd never been happier in a relationship—neither had he. We were just starting to build a life together when everything changed... Turns out Wes was hiding things from me—big things. I wanted to work through it, but he walked out, never giving me—never giving us a chance. I didn't know how I'd be able to get over him, but I threw myself into my art. After months of working nonstop to escape the memories of Wes, my career's finally taking off and what do you know—Wes walked back into my life. Once again on Valentine's Day. One year to the day that we met. I've spent six months hardening my heart. It should be easy to reject him, to tell him I've moved on. But he's doing everything—and more—to win me back. He's being the boyfriend I've always wanted. It'll take everything in me to resist him—I'm not even sure if I can. But I'll sure as hell try.