Whiskey.
“Excellent, that makes things easier” he huffed with a smile. I gasped slightly at the beauty of his smile, he is truly remarkable to look at.
“Do you want to tell me your name?” he questioned. I swiftly shook my head in response.
“Maybe you can tell me why you tried to kill me then?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. I thought about it for a second, then shook my head again. He laughed and walked over to a tree, he lowered himself to the ground and leant back on the trunk.
“Not a big talker, are you?” he said with a hint of amusement. He seemed to be laughing at something, not out loud, but I could see a fond or happy memory flash through his faraway gaze. After a beat, he wiped the smile from his face and looked back up at me, waiting for my answer. I shook my head and very
