"Harley reminded me much of a beach... His blue eyes were as bright and deep as the open water, pulling people in, including me. His mop of hair mixed with brown and blonde locks, similar to the different grains of sand... Soft and soothing between my fingers. His lean body favored that of a swimmer, fit enough to fight the strong waves, yet gentle enough to hold me. But within my seventeen years, not once had I been on a beach, nor had I ever been in love."All Rights Reserved