I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macarons for breakfast. I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me. I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him. He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out. Rule number 1 was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man who I wrote my lease check to. So, I tucked him away in the "Fantasize Only" compartment...