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I hate that.
I mean I give advice for clean, healthy living for a living, but when I let it slip to my fans that I’ve never been in love, I’m starting to wonder if anything I believe is real.
They are right. I’ve never let loose.
Enter Ryder, a European prince of some small country near France and Italy. He’s a notorious womanizer, and supposedly wicked in bed so the rumors state as facts.
And he’s decided I’m perfect for him.
He’s perfect for me right now. I’ve never met a man so magnetically attractive.
He’s all muscles and his face just makes me grow goosebumps when I’m in the same room with him.
Do I try to live a little or should I follow my own advice and run?
True love doesn’t come from sex. I mean I practically wrote the blog on that.
And nothing about my feelings for Ryder are good for clean living.
I’m absolutely paralyzed on what I should do and I never expected what happened in the end.
