The little kindness in his heart was driven away by her song.
Thompson wanted to kick her away in a rage, but at the same time, he was greedy for the touch of her hands as they climbed up his leg.
As a result, he stood beside her and continued to listen to her stories about the past and her complaints about the difficulties of life. But he suddenly turned away, with a complicated look in his eyes when he heard Julie curse Andrew because he’d mistaken her for Jasmine.
Walking out to the terrace, he irritably lit a cigarette, and took a deep smoke.
Looking over the thick night, he strolled down memory lane.
Five years ago, he had been back in Seattle to deal with some matters, and to visit her in passing.
Looking at the pizza boxes and snack packaging spread out all o
