Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(13 52 80 1)><em>If bad decision had a photo next to it in the dictionary it would be of Alex Jones.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What's better than attending your ex's wedding? A camping trip in the woods complete with bugs critters and sharing a tent with the hottest-and most infuriating-man alive. It's basically a full itinerary of terrible decisions...</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>George-Arthur Milton:</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> When I came home for the first time in years I was expecting a peaceful week celebrating my ex's upcoming nuptials some quality time with my overly enthusiastic mom and a much-needed break from the dumpster fire that my life has become. Instead I've been tricked into sharing a tent with Alex-the human equivalent of a smug smirk-who somehow manages to be both infuriating and alarmingly attractive. He pushes every button I have knows exactly how to get under my skin and worst of all... I think I want him to. Which is great because nothing says relaxing vacation like emotional whiplash and unresolved sexual tension in a nylon sweatbox.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Alex Jones: </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I keep things casual. It's easier that way. Safer than letting someone in and finding out-once again-that I'm not enough or worse that I'm too much. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But George? He's messing with my game plan. He's uptight prickly and has made it painfully clear that he doesn't like me. But there's something in the way his eyes spark when we argue something in his laugh and those quiet moments when we're not at each other's throats that draws me in. The more time we spend together the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. It terrifies me-because I want him </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>badly</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-but I can't let him see the mess I've been hiding behind these walls. Not now. Not ever.</span></p>