The morning before the next house show, Holly was still trying to push back the emotions of her first time having sex. Sex with a man who she tried to convince herself was the devil incarnate. Holly had been so sick of men pushing themselves on her. She thought giving herself to someone she chose would be easy and break the stigma of losing her virginity. It wasn’t. It only left her feeling worse and more confused.

She liked Colt and hated even a minute she was feeling anything for him. They had been pushed together for weeks now, and every moment with him she wanted more. Holly was twenty-four...