Timber
I wasn’t acting myself and I knew it. Hell even Blade knew it. He kept giving me the side eye like he expected me to grow two heads and speak in tongues. Just something about this girl had me acting all kinds of wrong in a good guy kind of way. But I wasn’t a good guy. I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, maybe. I had so much blood on my hands from my past, I was afraid to even touch this girl. She was tough, sure, but still just a good girl.
I didn’t go for the good girls. They were not normally my type. They had expectations, wanted relationships and eventually marriage. I was used to the biker bunnies that I didn’t have to care about getting dirty or forming hurtful attachments to me. They knew what was up from the get go. This girl was definitely going to be trouble. But f**k all
