Chapter 9. When I’m Not Me (2)

Aaron knew these were forbidden words. Every day he got with her was something of a surprise to him, even now. Heaven knew when it started. It was never supposed to come to this.

She was a one-night stand. Someone to help him forget about the Maine women. Then it became a fling. Only flings don’t feel so right to wake up to, to want to get to know.

“Damn it, Condor! I picked you because you were all kinds of fucked up. Don’t go building white picket fences around me. This thing is—”

“Good! Incredible! When it started, I never knew I would be this stupid happy to stand in front of the woman who traded shots with me in that base like we were shooting BB guns. I was all kinds of fucked up. We both were, but it’s better with me, isn’t it? You’re better with me, Keira. I want to be every version of me when I’m with you. I’m better with you too.”

She went back into the room in a huff and started packing. What the fuck was she still doing here? Why was it so difficu