I was raised knowing the difference between lust and love. I was warned to never fall for someone who simply set my body ablaze. As the daughter of a southern preacher, I held on to my virtue . . . sort of. A man always knew his place with me, but only one would someday hold my heart.
Mitchell
I was raised to defend myself against emotional attachment. I was warned, at a young age, that all women would eventually leave me. As the son of a single father, a farmer, a ladies man, I was taught to never promise a girl anything but a good time.
What happens when two souls connect, but their worlds collide? Is it the wrong person or the wrong time?
