THORN'S IN MY HEART

From the back cover

"Marry me," he suddenly asked, his voice breaking through the heavy silence that hung over the dimly lit restaurant like an unwelcome guest. It was an outrageous statement, a bold proclamation that came out of the blue.

Wynter, bought her gaze up, "What did you just say?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing, pupils twitching with a mix of disbelief and indignation.

"Marry me, Wynter. I've never done this before, I just..." He stumbled over his words, the weight of his own emotions crashing down upon him. But before he could finish, in a moment of sheer awkwardness, she grabbed her glass of wine and-splish!-splattered the dark red liquid all over his face, staining his skin and his dignity.

"Fuck you, and fuck out of my life!" Wynter shouted, the fury in her voice echoing off the restaurant walls as she slammed her palm onto the table, rattling the silverware.

She stood up, her chair scraping violently against the floor, and without another glance at him, stormed out, the door swinging shut behind her like a final act in a tragic play.

"Wynter..." His voice trailed off, weak and defeated, the sound of her name hanging in the air like a fading echo. But she was already gone, a whirlwind of emotions swirling around her, leaving Malvern in a state of confusion and regret.

Wynter, a nineteen-year-old girl, and Malvern, twenty-six years old, embarked on a journey of turmoil and conflict, seeking to reciprocate the feelings. The game was on between a sex addict and a novice