Boys.They are bound to be the death of me.Especially one with blue eyes, perfectly Mormon cut hair, and probably the inspiration for the girl's camp song "Hot Priest".Why the heck did he have to be the bishop's son?Cause here's the thing. While I'm Mormon, I don't really belong. I mean, I want to, but I just can't seem to keep on the straight and narrow. Seriously, look at me. I'm not even supposed to use the name Mormon anymore, but Latter-Day Saint is a mouthful. So I'm sticking to Mormon. Sorry, Prophet.The bishop knows my past. He knows my problems. There is no freaking way he's going to let me date his son.Yet, Nate comes after me anyway. And I fall hard.But eventually….I will have to tell him about my past.And I know, he'll run far, far away from me when I do.
