I know what others believe about me.
I've heard the whispers for years.
My red hair. My curves. My wicked ideas.
But I have a confession. I'm pure.
I've never known the touch of a man.
While I've dreamed about the things the right man could do to me, I never met him.
Then Ryan and Paul show up expecting me to give them everything.
They want it all and aren't going to settle for anything less than.
I don't know how to do this. I don't know where to start.
What if when I finally stop fighting what we could be, it all comes crumbling down?
What if it ends up being the best choice I'll ever make?