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pleasure. However, I am not looking
     for any kind of hookup or relationship at the moment. So I will have to pass ‘Go’
     without collecting anything.”
 
“How come? Can’t you have a little fun?”
 
Damn, those eyes. That questioning look. Before I catch myself, I’m telling him things
     that were none of his business. “The reality of life and its complexity has been thrown
     in my face since I was really young. I certainly enjoy looking,” I say this as I stare
     at him all over and lick my lips a little bit, “and have dabbled in the occasional
     sampling, but I don’t have the time or the want – for that matter – to deal with guys
     like you.  Goodbye, and good luck finding suitable entertainment for the night, because
     I am not it.”  I have to get away before I say too much more. He gives me a surprised
     look, I jerk my arm from his hand, and his gaze follows me until Ciara and I are out
     of sight.
 

Chapter 4
 
Brianna
 
I spend all night tossing and turning, getting a little sleep here and there.  When
     the sun rises, I decide to give up sleep and be productive by going for a run.
 
As I’m brushing my teeth I think about his easy smile and that one crooked tooth.
     I wash my face and think about his tanned skin and muscular body. I pull up my hair
     in a ponytail and think about my hands going through his messy dark hair, and then
     slowly pulling his lips to mine…
 
Argh! Stop! Stop! STOP! I’m so frustrated. The more I try NOT to think about him, the more I do. I quickly
     put on my sports bra, shorts, t-shirt and step into my running shoes.
 
I go outside and begin my pre-run stretch which leads to thoughts of him. Oh yes,
     rubbing his hands all over my body, massaging all the right places. It makes me wonder
     if his hands are soft – like a spoiled brat’s – or a bit rough – like someone who
     knows hard work.
 
I start running and all my efforts are futile, because with every step I take, I’m
     thinking about him and I really don’t want to be. Colton, getting hit by the ball.
     Colton, smiling at me. Colton, looking at me. Colton, touching my arm. Colton, making
     my vajay-jay tingle. Colton, Colton, COLTON!!!! Gah! I sound like a stupid broken
     record. Dammit!
 
I have never had a connection to someone the way I feel it between me and Colton.
     I have never had a serious boyfriend. Life was too cruel growing up with an alcoholic
     mother, and well, I don’t want to recall the nightmare I went through after I ran
     away from home. I am grateful that those nightmares are finally gone.
 
When I was away in the Army, I immersed myself in everything that I could: Military
     Police training, Airborne, Investigations, etc. I was provided with structure and
     positive reinforcement, which are things I never had before.  I wanted to be the best
     at everything I could volunteer for because it made me feel somewhat accomplished
     and admired. Yes, being at the top is nice. I still crave it. That’s exactly what
     I need in order to remind myself that boys and relationships are bad for me. No time
     for drama. Leave the drama fo’ yo’ mama! I laugh to myself at my own cheesiness.
 
I make a promise to myself that from now on I will concentrate on school, work and
     completely forget about those blue gray eyes, kissable lips, the messy black hair
     just long enough to pull on, the body that was made for sinning, and that smile that
     can melt ice… Grunting, I decide to pound the pavement harder and faster. I am not
     accomplishing shit by inundating my head thinking about HIM. I have to avoid him like
     the plague.
 
When I reach my apartment building, still feeling antsy, I decide that a ride is what
     I need to release more endorphins, since I was not able to go to the shooting range
     yesterday. Endorphins make me happy. Opening the door, I find Ciara on the couch with
     eye patches on. “Hey, darling,” I say, “How are you feeling?” I imagine not