~Adrian
The taste of tequila lingered on my tongue, warm and bitter, as I downed yet another shot. My thoughts spiraled out of control, circling the same point over and over again. Joanna. She was with him. Laughing. Kissing. My stomach churned at the memory of them together, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The anger was a living, breathing thing inside me, feeding off every stolen glance and whispered word between them.
I pushed the empty glass away, signaling the bartender for another, but stopped myself. What was the point? No amount of alcohol was going to drown out the ache in my chest or the fury bubbling beneath my skin. My gaze flicked back to their corner just in time to see Joanna get up, her laugh light and carefree as she headed toward the hallway.
I watched her go, my
