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.