Amara Cross POV
I grabbed the big glass, picked up the bottle in front of me with a hand trembling from a mix of anger and excitement, and poured the golden liquid until it nearly spilled over.
I slammed the bottle on the table with a sharp clang, then raised the glass and drained it in one gulp. I squeezed my eyes shut as a burning heat ripped down my throat and spread like wildfire across my chest.
"Oh my God, Amara, who drinks whiskey from a glass this big?"
Layla shouted, snatching the glass from my hands, but I had already emptied it to the last drop.
I grimaced in disgust, the bitter whiskey scorching my tongue. "Ugh… it’s so bitter."
Mark’s eyes widened in shock as he ran a hand through his hair. "Wait… is this your first time?" His words barely left his mouth before he swallo
