~ E V E R E T T ~
I didn’t want our dance to end. I never wanted anything of ours to end.
The squabbles. The banter. The teasing.
Even the odd nice moments we’d shared.
All of it.
Amelia’s face was still, but her eyes showed me everything; they showed me her disappointment in me cutting our dance short. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to. That desire to hurt her still lingered, weak but hungry for that savage urge. It was only so long that I could hold it back.
A drink. I needed a drink, or two or three…
The only problem with numbing the desire to hurt her with alcohol was that, in doing so, it loosened up another desire I had for her. Something entirely opposite to the hurt I craved for her. Something I knew she wouldn’t want with me.
Drink.
Approaching the bar, I got my us
