Girls like me don’t fall in love. Girls like me especially don’t fall in love with the two men that I was never supposed to be seeing. A promise was made, and I plan to keep it; but, the mischievous brown eyes and stormy blues that seem to seek me out in even the darkest of places make it difficult. I don’t want to break the rules. I don’t want to open my heart. Then why does shutting myself off from Declan Weathers and Theodore Harris feel so wrong?