“Ah geez, I’m ruining this, aren’t I?” I pushed him off me and got up, finding my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible. “We’re supposed to be having fun and I’m turning into some needy chick…” I grabbed the holster, secured my weapon and backed out of the room. “I’m sorry, man. Thanks for a good time.”
I left, Russ’s voice saying something behind me but I was too wound up to listen. Shit, I was a fool. I was acting out of character like the sentimental dumbass I thought I’d left behind years ago. Why had seven days of really, really good sex with a hot guy suddenly turned my brain to mush?
* * * *
Russ
What the hell just happened?
I was sitting in bed, fifteen minutes after Bulldog had run out with his tail between his legs and spouting something about…well, I hardly knew. He seemed scared, though, and that wasn’t the Bulldog I had become intimately acquainted with.