Can you whisper?

Something I never thought I'd ask the guy who is exactly my type

but completely wrong for me.

Someone I sneak secret glances at from a distance while vowing to never get too close.

And then I get tossed in jail. With him.

Know how forced proximity and extreme panic go together?

They don't. And the walls I spent a lifetime erecting around me crack,

giving him an intimate view of all the secrets I work so hard to protect.

Color me surprised when the pierced, tattooed DJ doesn't recoil or call me a freak.

Arsen gets me through the night, his attention like a match to my insides,

lighting me on fire and making me burn.

Keeping my distance is impossible.

My body begs to be near him, but we just don't mix.

He's fire. I'm water.

Sound is his superpower but my kryptonite.

For once in my life, my heart is louder than my head, and I can't stay away.

But it seems following my heart leads me straight into trouble.

Turns out I'm not the only one who thinks maybe Arsen and I don't belong together,

and the people who agree will go to extremes to make sure we stay apart.