My next sweep of the scene was for a mop of blond curls, and my heart gave a little lurch when I found it. When I found him, fighting like a fuckin’ gladiator, all wild hair and sun-kissed muscles. Fuck me. I didn’t need any help defining my sexuality—that horse had bolted years ago—but it had been a long time since I’d set eyes on a man who made my blood rush like he did.
