Shed Some Light

Oli Sykes was, and always had been, an extremely good-looking guy. But it wasn’t just that. His stormy eyes had always seemed to directly affect the temperature of my blood, and his ability to charm his way into my pants was almost enviable. That was just at first, of course. It hadn’t taken me long to get hooked on the way a metal ring gleamed against the curve of his lip, or the way his tattoos shone when they were covered in a light sheen of sweat. Then there was the way his laugh sent my heart pounding, and the sarcastic comments that could amuse me like no other.

All of these things had been fantastic plus points when we were in a relationship, but now they were just ammunition at his disposal.