You could call it a holiday romance with a bad boy or a summer fling with a player. It doesn't matter what you label my relationship with Jenson Capewell because the facts will remain the same: He makes me happy, but he makes me sad. I like him, but I hate him. We could never be a couple because we don't go together. We are polar opposites. I'm a good girl and he's a bad boy, we don't work... So why does he make my heart beat fast, my knees go weak and my palms sweat by just flashing me that famous smirk of his? Why do I feel like this if we aren't meant to be together? It's making me crazy. I want him. I need him… I can't have him.All Rights Reserved