We sit in silence, each to their own chair. It’s just as well; being so close to her does a number to my senses. I can’t think straight and yet, at the same time, there’s so much clarity.
Maybe she’s right—maybe she is poisonous.
And I’m f****d. Because nothing can stop me from drinking her in.
Her nose scrunches when she sips the bourbon. f*****g adorable. She gingerly sets the tumbler on the end table. “I’m sorry, by the way.”
I mask the sudden cough on my own sip with a sniff. “For what?”
Clara sighs and leans her head back against the chair. “I should have listened to you. You were right. It was a trap, and an obvious one.”
I down my tumbler and signal for another one. I have a feeling I should just make him leave the bottle. “I didn’t want to be right. It would’ve been nice to s
