Massie Block used to know the difference between wrong and right. She always had. But right now, right here, those clear cut lines suddenly became blurred, as if they turned fuzzy and grey.
There were three things running through her mind right now.
One, she wasn't exactly sure what she was doing with Moritz Stiefel in the middle of the woods.
Two, she wasn't exactly sure where her dress was.
Third, whatever she was doing- sinful or angelic, right or wrong- she knew without a doubt she was completely, irrevocably in love with him.