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No one bad is ever truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good.
I still remember the way he looked up at me and how his big brown eyes held mine. It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. It just took me by surprise, the sheer intensity of my reaction to him, and I knew it wasn’t going to be something I would shake anytime soon. I’d never experienced anything like that before. I was so lost, so entranced, that it took me a moment to come back to reality.
I think of his eyes again. Specifically, right after he came. I don’t think he noticed I was looking at him, but Jesus fuck, it was captivating. I swear those dark eyes have sprinkles of galaxies inside them, so many layers—lust, confusion, greed—and that’s what does it for me.
He’s like an addiction, a drug of the worst kind that’s consuming me, and all I want is my next hit. I’m like an alcoholic dying for a sip, telling myself it’ll be the last one, but always wanting more. Silas Richards is my favorite vice.
