Nina’s POV:
I don’t know what to do, but I know one thing for sure.
I need more alcohol, a lot more alcohol.
After a good five or perhaps ten minutes, I decided to stop avoiding the inevitable. I got up and walked back to the counter bar. Matt was sitting there; lips tighten as he concentrated on the half-empty drink in front of him. His fingertips were continuously tracing the circle around the top of his cup gently.
Imagines of his slim fingers grazing against my body flashes inside my mind.
I sat down and grabbed the cup in front of me. “I’m out,” I breathe out. He chuckles lightly and inhales his drink whole. Placing the cup down, he slid a full cup over to me.
“Here, I got this for you.”
I nod and whisper: “Thanks” before I drink the whole thing. After a few minutes,
