Since I was a little girl, I've known the fairy tale I've wanted to live.
Grow up. Fall in love. Get married to a man who will dance with me in the kitchen and kiss me for no reason. Have a big family and live happily ever after.
There's just one problem-men suck.
What's a southern girl have to do to find her future husband? It's certainly not on the dating apps, so I do something out of my comfort zone-I ask my step sister to set me up.
And what does she deliver? A six-foot-two, sexy as sin football coach who has a fear of commitment.
Great. The definition of my Prince Charming.
Only this man is no prince. He's a tall, dark, and handsome playboy who is impossible to resist.
I've never been a fling kind of girl, but with Davis, something so wrong feels so right. Maybe it's that we're doing it in secret? Or that I can somehow always feel his lips on me?
We both know we need to stop. Get out before anyone gets hurt.
There's just one problem. Well, two.
Two pink lines specifically.
Yup, this is definitely not how the fairy tale is supposed to go...