Gathering my wits, I just turned around and fled from the scene. I ran down the stairs and waited a moment to catch my breath.

I felt incredibly stupid.

What did I even expect from him? Did I think that a few stolen kisses would change him and make him less of a douchebag?! I think, for a moment I forgot who I was talking about. Guys like Harper Cain never changed. He was a playboy and he didn't care about anyone. He broke everyone's heart and I will not be next in line for him to trample over, I vowed to myself.

Plastering a smile on my face, I...