CHRIS
“Look who’s finally here!”Sean shouted from across The Tavern. I clocked him and Brian, another long-time friend, in a booth in the corner of the empty bar.
I’d known Brian since I was ten years old and his family had moved to Carswell from the city. Sean was book smart, I had been wild, and Brian was reliable. He worked for me as a project manager, so I saw him almost daily.
I forced a smile, waving at the bartender and other customers I recognized on my way over. Seeing Sean sent me a fresh wave of guilt after my impure thoughts about Sav earlier in the day. During my tour of Sparks, I kept checking her out when she wasn’t looking, imagining what her body looked like under the long skirt, book nerdy crop top, and light cardigan. When I held her hand in mine, I swear I sensed the
