He’s attractive. No denying that. Strung out, fresh from outpatient detox, and he still stole my breath. Brown hair that bleaches in summer. Jaw square as any all-American boy-next-door’s. Skinny, sure, but I’ve got a type. He’s got an ass any bottom would kill for and a smile that sinks teeth into you. No one would call him sophisticated, but he’s nothing if not intelligent. Extraordinarily so, and surely some man would see what I’d seen years ago. Fall hard, same as me. Decide to say fuck it if he’s taken and go for it.
