<p>We all have guilty pleasures.</p><p>Mine was the boy my father took in. The guy everyone said I was too good for. The one I knew would ruin me.</p><p>The way Noah Greyson's voice sounded when he sang whiskey lullabies to me in the dark; how perfect his arms felt wrapped around my stomach with his nose nuzzled in my hair-that's what made me fall. That intimacy was what made me weak.</p><p>But now millions of women drift off to sleep while Noah sings the love story we wrote and it was never meant for the world.</p><p>The worst mistake I made wasn't loving him it was thinking he loved me too. At least that's what I thought until now . . .</p>