Make Me Sin (Bad Habit, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

“Idi spat, laskovaya moya. Spat.”

“It’s like coming home to your own brightly lit house after wandering alone for years in the unwelcome dark.”

“Because you have a smile like a sunrise and eyes that could end all wars, and you have no idea, you have no fucking clue, that when you look at me, you’re looking at a dead man.”

Sometimes what looks like perfection is nothing more than a chocolate-dipped turd. And sometimes what you find in the gutter covered in mud that looks like a turd is really a diamond. A big old, chunky diamond that some other fool threw out because she couldn’t see that all it needed was a little TLC to make it shine.”

There are moments that brand you. There are moments that alter you, that you recognize, even as they’re happening, will leave you different afterward than you were before. It’s these life-changing moments that make you who you are, more so than the family you were born into or all the experiences you had leading up to them. For better or for worse, once you’ve lived through such a moment, you can never go back.