It's a ballerina in a box and a star football player against the world – and you're going to love it.
The moment I see Tyler Wilson again, all the memories come back to me.
How he was always kind to me, even after my brothers beat him up for trying to give me a kiss on my eighth birthday.
How my mother kept me like a ballerina in a box, her precious little Scarlet who had to spend all her time practicing so she would become one of the greatest ballerinas that the New York City Ballet has ever seen.
How Tyler and his sister – my best friend Zoey – used to call me Princess Precious.
But I'm not a little girl anymore.
Yes, I love ballet, with all my heart. But I also dream of true love. Of touch. Of intimacy.
Of a happily ever after. With Tyler.
However, he's a striker for the New York FC now, and even though our teams are working together on a charity performance, we're strictly forbidden to be together.
No matter the sparks that fly between us. No matter the fact that this womanizer is beginning to realize that I'm no longer a ballerina in a box and that we're perfect for each other.
If we get caught, we're ruined. Our dreams and everything we've worked so hard for will be nothing but ashes.
Which just means that we can't allow them to catch us.
We want it all, and we're going to get it.