I brought the glass to my mouth, frowning at the lack of liquor on my tongue. Leaning forward, I reach for the bottle only to find it empty. Annoyance fills me, and I grunt in disappointment.
“That was the last bottle, Carlos” Opposite me, sat Hayley on the couch with a drink in her hand. She smiles while leaning forward before pouring her drink into my glass.
“Thanks” I murmur, shoving it down my throat in one go.
She trails her forefinger through my hair, the movements providing a sense of pleasing sensation I didn't know existed earlier.
“Let me see if I got any more drinks left in the kitchen,” She says before disappearing into the dark hallway. I lean back further into the couch, throwing my head back as the words of my father come running back.
I glance around my surroundings in
