Chris doesn’t love you. From his perspective, he has never genuinely cherished a woman in his life.

However, the favoritism he showed you compared to his other girls is painfully evident to all.

Contrary to the others, you didn't crave his attention. Instead, you made him work for it. He enjoyed the simple one night stands, but what he truly desired was the challenge you posed - the way you refused to give in easily. Your unique and difficult nature set you apart from the rest, sparking a deep craving within him for something different, something he wasn't used to.

But Chris doesn’t love you.

He wished for something entirely different from what you desired. He wanted a few dozen sneaky links he can hit up anytime, while you genuinely wanted a healthy and stable relationship. It wasn’t going to work.

The annual bonfire was a chaotic, unfolding exactly as it did every year you attended. Bundled up with your girlfriends in the chilly September air, your thoughts were entirely focused on the boy drama your best friend was venting about and keeping warm by the massive fire.

As soon as you felt a hand, noticeably larger than that of your girlfriends', press against your ass, you quickly spun around and raised your hands ready to shove a man. Only to realize that the person responsible was Chris. Upon noticing your anger, he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction.

“Woahh babyyy.. Ain’t no reas’n to be so jumpy. Just me, yeah?”

His hands grip your wrists that were halted on his chest after realizing you don’t have to shove him. Instead, he brings them up to rest on his shoulders lovingly instead.

Except.. It wasn’t love.

“Too cold out here ta be dressin’ like that. You tryna get my attention that bad, ma?”