I fell for Matthew the moment I stepped onto campus freshman year. Love at first sight. He always wore that indifferent expression, as if nothing in the world could touch him. I used to think he was just naturally cold.
Only later did I learn his smiles were reserved exclusively for her.
I chased him for two years. I poured my heart out, enduring his cold shoulders until I had nothing left to give.
Finally, one night when he was dead drunk, he looked at me with desperate eyes. "Audrey," he'd pleaded, his voice raw. "Let's be together."
I drove him home that night, my heart soaring. I thought I had finally melted the ice.
But the next morning, the walls slammed back up. He treated me like a stranger—until I showed him the video of his drunken confession.
He sighed, looking utterly defeated. "Fine. Let's try."
Despite his cold nature, Matthew treated me well enough. He surprised me with gifts. Expensive clothes. Designer bags. He kissed me with a hunger that felt almost like love.