You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald~
Mia
I sat on his lap, laying my head on his chest, and just like every time I did it, I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. I felt his whiskey breath on my face; his left hand placed slightly beneath my breast while the other one still held his drink.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and I thought that should have been my line. Nodding, I felt his chin rest on my head as I opened my eyes, reaching out for his drink. He blinked, letting me have it, his lips spreading out in a knowing smile.
I had some idea about how it tasted from kissing him, but nothing prepared me for the actual taste. I hated it on the first sip; the taste of it was revolting.
"How can you stomach this stuff?" I asked in disgu
