Celia
Fuck!
I thought about Becky and what it would mean going back to the bar, but I felt as if I was in a trance as I followed him to his house. It was only just across the street, and walked up the set of steps. He opened the door and walked in, and I wondered if we were alone. Was this his house? How could he afford it?
But those things didn’t matter, I decided, as I slipped my boots off of my feet and padded along behind him.
“Care for that drink, I promised?” He asked and led me into an empty living room. There was a drinks cabinet in one corner, and he went there now. He poured to square glasses with a small amount of amber liquid and brought one over to me. I stood there, the glass in my hand.
“Try it, it won’t bite. Much.” His smile was amused but his eyes said he already
