Everyday is torture. I put up with every hug and kiss that they share. I do his bidding without complaint. I wear a mask on my face - a smile. I do it just for him. I do it because I love him. What about me? Don't I deserve some form of happiness? After I all the crap that I've been through, shouldn't I get the one thing that I want? Should the fact that he's married stop me from getting him?

This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.