I didn’t watch her leave. I didn’t want her to see the disappointment in my eyes, and I didn’t want to examine why I was feeling like this.
A flash of red caught my attention, and then she was in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her height. Before I could say anything, she slammed her lips against mine.
I didn’t have time to react to the soft press of her lips, of the sweet taste of her mixed in with the bourbon.
She pulled away quickly, looking at me. Fuck me, but those eyes. I could lose myself in those eyes of hers.
“I just wanted to know,” she whispered.
Then she ran. This time, I couldn’t help but stare after her.
Fuck.