Deer in Headlights (Hearts and Arrows 1) (Good god series) Read Online Free PDF

whatever we have, whenever we have it. Fuck who you want, and I’ll do the same. We won’t owe each other, no obligation, no strings. The minute you put strings on me, I’m out.”
    Dean nodded, relieved. “Why me?”
    “Because you’re the only guy I know who I think can handle me, and I think I might be the only one who can handle you.” She took the drink from his hand and set it on the coffee table, then slipped a hand inside his jacket. Her lips were inches from his neck, and his nerves fired with anticipation. “No girlfriends, so I’m assuming you’ve never …”
    He turned and looked in her eyes as he gave a slight shake of his head. She smiled, and his heart raced.  
    “Don’t worry.”
    “I’m not worried,” he whispered and slipped a hand into her hair to pull her to him. Their lips met in a way that was natural and easy as they gave each other what they wanted, what they needed. The comfort of touch.

    It went on that way for months, until she left for college. They went on a few dates to a couple of shows, and she’d visit him at the record store every once in a while, but they kept their promise to each other, which wasn’t hard. They were both broken, unable to give their hearts away, but they needed each other.  
    Dean realized pretty soon after he started seeing Audrey that sex healed him, somehow. He could keep everything else he felt, all of his emotions packed down inside, but that release was a small joy, something that made him feel alive. The contact, the touch, was a drug after a life without affection.  
    He supposed it was as close as he ever came to a girlfriend, even though they were never exclusive. She encouraged him to find other girls, he assumed to keep him at arm’s length, to try to stop him from falling for her. There was no danger of that, though. He was too damaged to care about anyone, not even himself.
    The challenge, she told him, would be that the girls would always want more. He should always be honest with them, just as she’d been with him, so that they knew. They wouldn’t listen, she said, but he should tell them all the same, and he always did. She was right. None of them ever believed him, but he released himself of responsibility because they always knew, even though they thought they would be different, that they could change him.
    But he was fucked up beyond repair. There was no changing that.

    Roe’s hands clenched in his jacket pockets as he stomped up the stairs to Dean’s apartment, ready for a fight.
    Fucking Dean.  
    It was always the same shit. Dean couldn’t say no, not even when it was important, which was part of the reason that Roe hadn’t had many girlfriends. Dean possessed some strange magic that made girls lose their minds, and Roe didn’t know if any of them were immune to his charms. He didn’t want to test the theory, not with someone he cared about.
    Roe didn’t know why he expected Dean to keep his shit together. Their career was on the line, and Dean was as unapologetic as ever. Roe’s temper flared at the thought that Dean wasn’t affected by what happened, especially after he and Kevin spent the afternoon in a scramble to figure out how to fix Dean’s mess.
    Roe and Dean had gone to a show the week before, and the opener for the band they wanted to see was some crappy punk band with a ratty lead singer, but their drummer was phenomenal. After some light Googling and a few phone calls, he and Kevin had gotten a hold of the guy, who happily accepted their offer. He was even better than Elliot, and Roe was thankful not only to have solved the problem, but to have upgraded their talent in the process.
    That fact didn’t stop him from being supremely pissed at Dean.
    He made it to Dean’s door and walked in without knocking.  
    Dean sat in an armchair by the window with his guitar in his lap. His black hair fell in his face when he glanced up at Roe in the doorway, then back to his guitar.
    “Come on in.”
    “What