“Having a bit of a sexual crisis?” I chuckled at his gobsmacked expression. He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair. “Little bit. I never realized the stuff I like on women could look that good on a man. Or at least on a man who looks like him.” Vlado’s type was goth girls and metalheads and had been since we were teenagers. The aesthetic had never really appealed to me in the past, but I was a fan of Nick’s version.
