TAMMY
The air isthick with the scent of stale beer and spilled whiskey, tinged with the scattered curls of smoke emanating from the ashtrays in the corner tables. Yeah, this is a bar where people still smoke. I doubt anyone in here even knows what a vape is.
The dull hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses is just a faded murmur in the back of my mind as I wipe a wet rag across the countertop. Jayne’s bar may be a place where people come to forget their troubles and lose themselves in the murk of alcohol–a place where I can think of nothing as I go about my job. But tonight is different. Tonight, my mind is somewhere else.
With Saxon…
I can’t stop replaying the events of last night. The way his eyes burned into mine as he entered me, taking me for my very first time while I lay
