The man I date when I need to change my mind

Drizzle, darkness and the scent of mud. A tedious week, a hard month, but then there’s him. Dark locks like a Greek hero painted on a fresco, a smile unbothered and an insatiable appetite for pleasurable nothings.

“Hah, you came in like a herd of wild horses! Leave your jacket and come taste this!”

“Sorry, I -”