I don't do relationships.
I haven't ever since the one man I thought was the one ended up shattering my poor, fragile heart.
I swore them off, steering clear of them like a bad case of the flu.
I went through my days hopping in bed with one man and waking up next to another.
It was a foolproof plan meant to keep my heart in one piece, and so far, it had been working for me just fine. But on a trip with my best friend, Braelynn,...