~ALEX~
Steam clings to my body as I step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around my hips. Water drops down my chest, slow and deliberate, disappearing at my waist.
I run a hand over my hair as I walk to the table and pour myself a glass of whiskey.
The amber liquid splashes into the glass . I don't bother with ice.
I drink it in one go.
It burns going down, and I welcome it. The burn clears my head. It shuts things up.
For a second.
Then my mind drifts back to the hospital.
To her.
I exhale sharply and rake a hand over my damp hair.
Damn it. Annoying Sara.
Ever since the hospital, she's been there. In my head. Uninvited. Persistent.
I thought she was a bore when we met at the pool. The kind that had nothing going on in her life and lived off frustrating people. She held
