tilted his head to the side, assessing me with curiosity. "Why are you telling me this? It's not like I'm falling for you."
I rolled my eyes. "Dickhead, I'm telling you this because I think you're level headed enough to see the wisdom in these words." I put my can on the coffee table and turned toward him to face him fully. "Never. Fall. In. Love."
He took another sip of his soda, his icy blue eyes never leaving my brown ones, assessing me. "And what do you mak e of, 'You can't fight love,' and all that shit?"
I snorted and shook my head. "Don't tell me you're secretly waiting for the One to settle down with. You want to forget about wild sex whenever you want to have a lifetime of vanilla sex in the damn same position until you're so bored with your wife that you start to look for younger boobs and tighter asses to play with? It'd be really disappointing."
He gaped at me, his eyes taking me in from head to toe and back again. "All right. Now I may be able to see you more like one of my buddies."
I shrugged at his comment, not ready to let the subject drop. "Seriously, though. You fall in love when you put yourself in the position to fall in love. Once you open yourself completely and put your heart on your sleeve, you're done. It's a given."
He bit on the nails of his right hand, his jaw flexing compulsively. "Let me guess. You're bitter because you once fell in love and got your heart broken."
"No. I got my heart burnt to ashes , and the part of me that was soft and hopeful for a happily ever after was annihilated," I replied evenly, my eyes now downcast on my too large thighs. My hands closed into fists before I forced myself to open them and calm down.
"You were in love?" He put one of his strong arms on the back of the couch, close to my head , and pinned me with his mesmerizing eyes.
"Strange thing, huh?" I said in a small bitter smile as I locked my eyes with his.
"I'd say more frightening than strange, but why not." He shrugged.
"Asshole," I mumbled under my breath as I took another sip of my soda, emptying the can.
"But Bridge, you don't have to worry a bout seeing me bring a girl here to stay," he said softer, but with determination.
I almost laughed at the image. I couldn't picture him in a monogamous relationship. He screamed too much of unattached sex for that. " Not that I care. I just wanted to show you how love was, in fact, a bunch of crap about to explode and eats at the person feeling it. It's only heartache in waiting because it always ends and always hurts like a bitch."
His eyebrows shot up. "So , what do you recommend?"
"Fuck whoever you want , wherever you want, and whenever you want on your own terms."
He smirked at me, his mischievous blue eyes sparkling at me. "Believe me, that’s been my motto since I had my first hard on."
* * *
DAY 4
‘’So, you were in the army," my father stated matter of fact while nursing his glass of water, while the rest of us were eating uncomfortably at our little table.
I gritted my teeth. That's when I remembered why sometimes I wanted to hit my parents across their face. I told them the army was a taboo subject, but of course as soon as their eyes landed on his scar , they couldn't help it. They had to talk about it. I wouldn't be that surprised to see Byron making me leave before the end of the two months he agreed to try.
I chanced a look in his direction , and I wasn't disappointed. His hands were holding so tightly to his fork and knife that his knuckles turned white. And, his light blue eyes were arctic cold. I sighed and elbowed my sister, sitting next to me. Of course as a teenager, she's too busy drooling over my sexy ass of a roommate.
"I was, sir," Byron replied politely, giving me a warning look. I knew I had to respect this rule, but it's not my fault if my family couldn't take a hint.
"For how long?" my mother asked, obviously interested, but unaware of how their host didn't want to discuss it at all.
"I enlisted as soon as I