Sad, Little, Broken Wings

Sienna

"Where are you going?" He breaks away and I can breathe again.

"What?"

"Half-packed bag upstairs."

Shit. "You had no business going through my house."

"I wanted to see where you live. And by the way, you're messy."

"Why did you want to see where I live?"

He shrugs his shoulder now. "Curious." He looks at my wrist, at the bracelet there.

I cover it with my other hand.

"You didn't answer my question," he says.

"I was unpacking, actually," I lie.

He studies me like he doesn't quite believe me but then he drops it.

"Do you have whiskey?" he asks, turning to walk into the small living room. I'm pretty sure this entire house fits inside one room of his penthouse

I shake my head when he looks at me. "I have vodka."

"That'll do."

I exhale and walk into the kitchen to get the bottle of Absolut out of the freezer. I take out two water glasses, not wanting to feel embarrassed but feeling it anyway.

I don't have a lot of nice things. No crystal tumblers. My furniture is second-hand. Most o