Leslie kicks back on his chair. I like being around him too. And with those silvery eyes and all that well-placed ink, he’s a decent-looking guy. But Les doesn’t give me that same rise of goosebumps up the back of my neck like Burkie does. I don’t get that same lightness in my chest, that urge to bounce on my toes. The all-body, gut-deep, smile-inducing reaction I get when Burkie steps into the room.
