ROWAN'S POV
I don’t even know how I got here.
One second I was walking away from Ayla, the next, I was sitting at the bar downtown, in that shitty corner booth I used to hide in back when things first went to hell. The music was too loud. The lights were too bright. The whiskey burned like fire every time it slid down my throat. And I just kept drinking.
She kissed him back.
I closed my eyes and let the thought hit me again.
She kissed him back.
Her hands were on his arms. Her lips moved with his. She wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t saying no. She was letting it happen. f**k, she was part of it.
I gripped the edge of the glass so hard my fingers went numb. The bartender looked over…hesitant, not casual…like he wasn’t sure if he should interrupt. He knew who I was. Everyone did. Crim
