We were both stubborn and independent.So wrong for each other, not that that was an issue for us. Because Boyd Rivers had one rule: ONE NIGHT ONLY.And that was fine by me.We didn't even live in the same country.So it's not like we saw each other often.But when we did see each other it always ended the same way...in bed.And the world around us would disappear.Nothing mattered.Not the fighting. Not the chaos.Not the distance.When we were together, it was easy to believe we were made for each other.But we weren't. This wasn't about love.It was just no-strings-attached sex. Or so I thought. But sometimes, fate has other plans...can it really be not about love?***Not About Love is the second book in the "This Love" series but can be read as a standalone***