Is it even possible to hold two hearts in your hands and not know which one beats the perfect rhythm for yours?
My life has been anything but simple lately. The past two months have come in like a hurricane, leaving me here: hanging on to a tree, waiting out the storm with the hope we're both still standing when it's all said and done.
I've fallen for a heart that doesn't know mine yet.
And I'm holding on to a heart that is slowly shattering.
I know what I have to do. I know who I have to choose.
The question is: Will he still want me once he knows the truth?
WARNING: If you are uncomfortable with adult language and sexual content, this probably isn't the book for you.