45

Alexander Walters

I saw Katherine off to her apartment and came back to mine. Now that she was gone, the house felt kind of empty and I was back to being alone. But at least she's just a door away, but I promised to stay away from her in the meantime, so I guess I'll be sticking with that and giving her the well–deserved space she needs.

I went to my indoor bar and took out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass—I felt like taking a swig all of a sudden and I had to give in, so I poured myself a shot.

I guess it's because I needed a distraction from the new thoughts that were being formed in my head about Katherine, about whatever existed between us, and about how southside my initial plan for her was heading. Just for a while because I am supposed to go get ready to see my parents in about five minutes.

I would say I'm disappointed at myself for how I have fumbled during the past three days, but that would just make me sound like a sex-carved jerk.

I wondered what had g