She wants to be my buddy. You know, the naked type! No strings attached, no awkwardness. Friends/lovers with none of the baggage. I’ve got nothing in life to offer a woman Except raw sensual pleasure. Her offer’s just too good to refuse. Days of laughter, change to stolen moments. The nights full of hot searing passion. Only it can’t last. I need it to end. My life depends on our demise. But I miss her clothes on my bedroom floor. And her looking up at me from her knees. My heart … the distraction … I just can’t. She can’t be here in front of me, like this. She’s a weakness I can’t afford. Especially when I’m trying to keep her safe.