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.