Chapter 8 Working The MagicWes grinned down at me as he held onto my hand and led me into a local pub. "Just because you're leaving the party early doesn't mean your night has to go to waste. The drinking doesn't have to stop."
I shook my head at him, laughing softly. I followed him in and we took a seat in a booth.
Wes turned to look at me before he sat down. "I'll go grab us some drinks. I'm hoping you won't run away."
"It's tempting," I joked. Somehow, I was already feeling much lighter and calmer now that I was here with Wes. He made me feel better even when he was hardly trying.
Wes returned with some drinks and sat across from me in the booth. He leaned over the table, peering at me with a strong and intrigued gaze. "So, you don't want to talk about whatever has got you in a sour
