I had his posters on my wall when I was 16, and when I accidentally got pregnant in high school, his was the face I dreamt of when I closed my eyes at night.

Now, more than 20 years later, that dream has turned into reality. Not only is Drew Amhurst in my tiny town of Seaside, alive and in the flesh, but he's mentoring my rock-star son.

Drew says he's mine for a week, and he made me three promises: no strings attached, no falling in love, and only seven days.

He's confident he can help me rediscover myself both in and out of the bedroom, and I'm confident he's too arrogant for his own good. At the end of seven days, he swears he'll walk out of my life the way he came into it.

The only problem is, the more I get to know him the more I want to surrender the last pieces of my heart and beg him to stay.