piercing, sure, the whole world knows about it and
all he does is keep biting it between his teeth as
sort of a mating call to women, in this case. He
also has something like a nail in his right earlobe
and if you see it up close, it really leaves an
impression. And yet he has his charm.
Sexy and damned.
Old story.
He seems just like one of those bad boys off the
pages of a Harlequin romance, one of those
bastards through and through that drives the poor
stupid woman of the hour crazy before changing
his ways and swearing eternal love and giving her
an engagement ring and marriage proposal no less.
I rest just a second too long on that very unusual
image for me, and yet, it’s magnetic and sensual,
the kind where you can’t sleep at night, and I have
to confess, I haven’t been sleeping very well the
last few nights.
Hormones. That’s it.
I’m usually attracted to different kinds of guys.
Those who dress in a sophisticated way, who are
polite and cultured. The kind that don’t sayfuckor
shitas every other word. Guys like Nate for
example. But Patrick is …wow. You surely could
lose a bit of sleep over him.
As I allow myself to drift away in my thoughts
which are anything but innocent, he looks at me
for a second and catches me staring right at him
with that expression of someone who is about to
