My first love wasn’t actually kind; he was just someone who was nice to everyone.
That’s why I promised myself I wouldn’t be fooled again. Especially since the second man I’ve gotten involved with is even more blatant about it.
He’s skilled at playing people, doling out just enough interest and affection to keep them hooked… Another player!

But something’s strange. He’s clearly the same type, yet he’s uniquely unable to draw a line when it comes to me.
He gives everyone else a casual smile, but with me, he’s inexplicably persistent.