Every woman has that guy. He’s the guy that turned her world upside down just by existing. He’s the guy she never forgot, no matter what other guys came into her life.
But is the reality of that guy ever better than the fantasy?
When Holly met Nico, she was thirteen and she fell head over heels in love. He was that guy for her, the guy she just couldn't get out of her mind. There were other guys, even guys she loved. But none of them were Nico. None of them made her heart race and the butterflies dance the way he did. But so what? Life wasn't a romance novel. The girl didn't always get the guy and Holly knew it. She was living proof of it. So, why was it so damn hard to get him out of her head?
Did she even want to?