Serissa
“Have you been drinking?” I'd never seen Colin look so dark and brooding before. His eyes that always seemed to twinkle like he was hiding a secret joke looked more like the ocean under a brewing storm.
He turned to look at me and I instinctively took a step away from the sorrow that seemed to be pouring out of him. His lips, that had always turned up in an easy smile whenever I saw him, stayed in a hard, thin line. He lifted the glass that was half full of some amber liquid and downed the entire contents before reaching for a mostly empty bottle and refilling his glass. “Seems like it,” he said as he spun the top back on the bottle.
“You're drunk,” I accused, feeling vulnerable and a little afraid. Anytime before, I would have said that I would never fear Colin. But the man s
