He crawled into his bed. The lights dimmed automatically. He laid in the silence, feeling his chest rise and fall with each steady beat of his heart. Before he closed his eyes, he knew what he would see.
There he was. Taylor. His lazy blue eyes and his dark blond hair stuck out against the darkness surrounding him. His soft lips parted and that dark look pierced through Louis. He didn’t want to be that type of person, the kind that got hard over one certain person because it was a kink. He didn’t want to be the kind that lusted after a body he couldn’t have and could only dream about touching. The fact was, he hated chasing the high without caring about the person, but he also hated caring about anyone. It made things complicated and made it much harder to cut the ties when business was m
