And Then You

Here’s the thing: I am not—I repeat not—boyfriend material. I’m a good time for one night, and that’s it.

Figures I manage to get myself into a situation where I have to pretend to be in a relationship.

Ah, well. Not much else to do now than suck it up and get it over with.

I’m in. I’m out. I’m done.

But then...

Quinn says he’s curious.

He says I’m a liar.

He says he wants to see the real me.

Honestly, I can’t run away fast enough after that.

Because he doesn’t know.

Doesn’t know that I’m a landmine.

That he’s trudging so close.

That he’s about to step on me.

And then?

I’ll ruin him.