Temper spent years preparing for the life she was finally supposed to have. After years of sleepless nights, impossible exams, and a determination that bordered on obsession, she has finally graduated from pharmacy school. At twenty-four, she has the degree she fought for, a career waiting for her, and plans for a future she has spent years carefully constructing. For the first time, her life is entirely her own. At least, it was supposed to be.

(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.