Then she kissed me anyway.
Because love is stupid.
Because danger is sexy until it becomes paperwork.
Because sometimes a woman from the Bronx will save your life and still make you feel like the problem.
Which, to be fair, I usually was.
24/
We didn’t last.
Of course we didn’t.
She wanted loyalty, family, and a man who could name the Yankees starting rotation without looking like he was guessing Supreme Court justices.
I wanted chaos, whiskey, and a second chance I probably didn’t deserve.