Blood Orange

No matter how many dazzling adjectives you attach to him, at his core, he’s a thug. The kind of man who would take a life if things didn’t go his way. Perhaps the only flaw in this otherwise perfect man is the world he stands in. That’s what makes him seem more dangerous, and that’s why he’s such a paradox—someone you can’t help but be drawn to. I won’t deny that I was attracted to him, that my eyes were drawn to him. But that’s exactly why I wanted to distance myself. — “I have plans tomorrow.” “…I know.” “I’m meeting a man at a hotel.” To be precise, it was a blind date at a hotel café. — “…But.” “If I like him, I’ll book a room this time. I’m not going to reject him again.” I w...