Soft music fills the small space of my car as I speed down street after street. I'm exhausted from all the signing and training I did today at the base, but when Tim, my second man, asked about a drink, I just had to agree. I need alcohol in my system, so we agreed to go to my place. I would drink by myself but the thoughts of Avanya would be twice as many if I let that happen.
I need to forget about her. She has a boyfriend and she is happy with that Jagger-guy. And all I want for her is happiness. Don't get me wrong. I want to be the source of her happiness. But so far, I haven't succeed much.
I know she feels guilty about the kiss and I don't want that either. I don't want her to feel guilt when she's being with me.
Being with me. I mentally laugh at my own stupidity. We just kissed
