Violet

Women are hot. I’ve always known that.

Penelope, for example, God, sometimes I’d just stare at her and think, damn, what masterpiece work of art is this? And when I teased her about dating her if she wasn’t taken, I meant it. If she were single, I’d absolutely try my luck.

I’ve met all types of women before, but none like the one standing in front of me.

I couldn’t even place what it was. Was it her gaze, curious in a way that made me feel stripped bare? The way her lips curled with interest? Or maybe it was the way she was looking at me like I...