“I know I’m the last person who should be dishing out boy advice,” my bestie says, “but I say you should go for it. Be as careful as you can, of course, but at the end of the day, the heart is gonna do whatever the hell it wants.” “Yeah, that’s for sure…” My heart has gone rogue. That bitch ran away from me when I wasn’t looking. Now, she’s parked in the palm of Mason Westbrook’s hand.
