River.

Chapter 44: She Devil

After regaining my composure I managed to speak again without just stuttering on my words.

"Ptsd, an anger disorder, and a brain injury? Man, that's gotta be hard to deal with every day." I stated. "Now when you say traumatic brain injury, what do you mean? Like how does it affect you?"

"Nothing too serious. Shortness of breath, killer headaches, loss of thought, sometimes I randomly blackout though that usually only happens at night or sometimes when I'm upset. Though other than that, the only thing that my brain injury causes is impulsivity."

I gave him my usual look of "explain to me what that means because my tiny mind can't process things like that". He caught on and further elaborated.

"Impulsivity is when you do things without any forethought. Without thinking about the consequences that follow. That typically only happens to me when I'm being pressured or if I get pissed off... which, as a result, triggers my anger disorder."

"And what about your PTSD? How'd you get it?"

"Well it wasn't just one event that caused it. It was a mixture of quite a few things. But I'm not really comfortable telling you just yet. I promise I will one day, just not now."

"Fair enough." I said. "Though I do have one more question.... do you still hate Jordan?"

"No not at all. I've never hated Jordan. I just strongly dislike him." He replied.

But what for?" I asked.

He looked at me as if I'd just asked him what was Hitler's last name.

"Um maybe because he does this thing where he occasionally attacks me." He stated. "And plus, he totally has a thing for you."

"What?! Ew, no. Jordan doesn't have a thing for me. That's just weird." There was no way I was gonna believe that.

"Fine, you can refuse to believe me all you want. I just call it like I see it."

I giggled and gave him a quick kiss.

"You know, you're the literal definition of perfect. You're seriously the guy that pops into every girl's mind when they imagine their dream guy."

"How so?" He asked.

"I mean its pretty self explanatory. You're sweet yet have a bad boy side, you're mysterious, protective, athletic, confident, charismatic, smart, funny, charming, and unbelievably attractive. You have an amazing body, an even more amazing smile, a crazy deep voice, a good head of hair, and gorgeous eyes that could make a girl's heart stop. You're a doctor, you can sing, you're a really great father, you've done some modeling, not to mention you're filthy rich and your dad owns a NFL team. You're strong physically, emotionally, and mentally, and although you can be a bit intimidating, you never turn your back on someone in need... even if they're not on your good side. But most importantly, under that tough exterior of yours is a heart bigger than any I've ever seen."

When I stopped talking the unthinkable happened. Something that I never, ever, in a million years would've expected.

He started to blush.

"Aaaaaaaaaw you're blushing!" I stated pretty proud of myself.

"No, I'm not." He cutely replied as he grinned from ear to ear while trying to hide his face.

"Yes you are and its adorable!!!" I shrieked.

"This is weird for me." He remarked. "I haven't blushed in years."

Damn. I'm good. I honestly felt like I deserved a reward for doing the impossible.

But I quickly forgot about the award. The way he was looking at me made me forget everything. God he was so damn sexy with rosy red cheeks.