“Thank you,” I cooed, stomach gurgling, knees buckling.
Then into the belly of the beast we went. Again. I mean, I’d made it nearly thirty years without seeing the inside of his apartment, and now it’d been twice in less than a week. I owed it to f****d up karma. Must’ve punted a kitty cat through a goalpost in a past life, or something. Anyway, he ushered me inside, hand on the small of my back. I jumped, blushed, and quickly found the kitchen and two glasses.
He accepted the huge shot I poured and promptly clinked glasses with me. “To new friends,” he toasted.
If he only knew, right? More like to old enemies. Still, I smiled and faked a sip, eyeing him as I did so. Thankfully, he chugged his down and walked over to the countertop to pour himself another one, all while I deftly tossed
