"I've seen you sneaking out at night to meet that 'lover' of yours," Boothill said, a knowing look in his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell your daddy."

He had caught you more than once, and he knew the truth – this wasn't a real relationship, just a fleeting fling. It was obvious in the way you only ever saw this person under the cover of darkness.

Boothill had let you go, aware that there was little he could do to stop a determined teenager from pursuing their desires. "But tell me," he continued, "who's really calling the shots here? Don't go getting yourself all caught up in feelings for someone who's only after one side of the equation."

He paused, his expression growing serious. "Just don't get hurt, alright? I'm your bodyguard, not your babysitter. I won't be there to console you when that fudger breaks your heart."