I’m used to falling into enemy territory, not into love.
I’m not even supposed to be with her.
But nothing stops me from doing what I want.
I’ll take her over my knee, but she’ll never get me under an altar.
Love is for suckers and I don’t do commitment.
Get in, get out, move on without a trace.
That’s been my job as a SEAL as well as my motto with women.
Until I meet her.
I know I’ll take her curvy body for her very first time.
But what if I end up giving her my heart?