Chapter 20:

My mind starts to swirl with the thoughts that a woman tucked into me, seeking comfort, feels good. I don't do warm and fuzzy.

I don't commitment.

I don't do relationships.

This, right here, I don't do this.

I do wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am and then I'm out. I have no problem using women for sex. I'm honest about it. I never lead them down some primrose path of happiness.

It dawns on me, Claire and I didn't have this discussion. We didn't have any discussion. We just fucked, twice.

I keep trying to work myself up to be upset, to convince myself to keep this woman at arms length, but no matter what I tell myself, I keep coming back to this place of complacency where I'm perfectly content holding her in my arms.

"Quit over thinking it, Sasha." She doesn't open her eyes or move her head, just speaks against my chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I try to play it cool.