Keegan was a dichotomy, his voice smooth as silk and as poisonous as cyanide, crystal eyes warm as a summer breeze and as cold as a blizzard in the darkest of nights. Keegan was not just a dichotomy, he was a vision. And he was well aware of his charm.

Being with him was exhilarating, his slightly chapped lips stealing your breath with each searing kiss he bestowed upon you, each and every one of them burning his initial into your very being. You were distantly aware of his scent, the subtle bergamot seamlessly merging with cigarette smoke and something sharper, something dizzying. Something uniquely Keegan. He huffed out a laugh at your debauched state, gently tapping your cheek with his fingers.

"You still with me, sugar?"