How To Never Fall In Love

"Let me guess, you drink, smoke, screw a new girl every other night, get into fights to prove your masculinity, have an enormous ego, get a gazillion tattoos to make people think you're some sort of bad ass who's too cool to care about anything but himself."

He smirked, flashing me a dimple. "That's actually quite right, sunshine."

I raised a brow and returned him smirk.
"Oh but that's never the whole story is it? Deep inside you care about something or someone. One day we both know you'll show it. All bad boys are secretly pussies."

He seemed almost amused by my assumptions. Without any warning he decides to invade my personal space, his face inches away from mine. His blue eyes glint with arrogance and mischief.

"Sunshine, never took you for such a stereotype, but you see, I really don't care. I lost all the reasons to try and make a life for me. So now, I do what I like. I screw what I like. And in the end", he pauses and glances at my lips.

"I'm always all about me."