Graham Holt, the hottest dude in the world, just moved in next door to my mom.

Seriously. Drool-worthy muscles, panty-melting green eyes, and—wait for it—dimples. I mean, how is that even fair, for one guy to be so sexy?

He's been pestering me for a date since the day we met, but I don't have time to mess around. When I finally do say yes, the joke's on him, because I've decided to employ my best friend's infamous third date rule: no nookie before we've gone out three times.

The question is . . . can I stick to my own principles? Or will Graham convince me that rules were made to be broken?