Carter Beckett is the NHL's premier playboy, the best player both on the ice and in the bedroom, and probably the sexiest man I've ever seen. But the worst thing? He knows this. He is arrogant, self-centered and does not seem to know what “filter speech” is, much less know how to use it. Everything is always served to him on a silver platter, including an endless number of women. And, apparently, I'm next. But he has a problem. Which? I do not intend to succumb to his charm. I have a solution to all my sexual dissatisfaction - at home, in a box. And it's much less complex than Carter Beckett's. Of course, he is beautiful, but he is also a walking reminder that before you touch something, you need to protect yourself. But then I begin to let my guard down, and he reveals to me parts of his soul that were not part of my plans to see. My walls are crumbling one after another, but I haven't bought it yet, which means that for the first time in my life, Carter is begging... For me to give him time, to open my heart to him, to give him a chance. For me to just... trust him.