0021AUGUST “Just like that?” I asked him. “Do you want to know or not?” he replied, holding my gaze. “ I want to, it's just- never mind. Let's go.” I smiled as I gripped his wrist, dragging him to the driver's seat. I haven't had alcohol in a while, and I wasn't going to miss on this one. I slid into the passenger's seat, buckling up with a dramatic click that made him glance. The corner of his face twitched, before his eyes went back to the road.The drive felt shorter this time, or maybe I was just thinking too hard to notice the minutes.I kept stealing looks at his side profile: his. Sharp jawline, the faint scar that cut through his left eyebrow, the way his hands gripped the wheel like it owed him money, pressing hard till his knuckles turned white.We pulled into a gravel lot outside a bar that looked like it had given up on life sometime in the nineties. River’s End. Cute.Inside, it smelled like spilled whiskey and regret, the good kind. The bartender—a woman with a lon
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