Under the spattering spray of her shower, Olivia washed everything - twice. Her scalp was tingling from the a***e, but all the scrubbing in the world could not seem to get rid of the lingering smell of blood. Too tired to keep at it, she got out, toweled off and dressed in some panties, sleep shorts, and a tank top and headed for the kitchen, eyeing the spot where Kalum had breathed his last. She silently thanked the landlord for being too cheap to install carpets. The bottle she had shared with Kalum is empty, so she opened the cupboard above the fridge to get a new one.
“Do you normally keep a stockpile of bourbon?”
The bottle fell from her hands as she spun around. It shattered upon impact, inches from her feet, splattering her newly washed legs with bourbon. Clasping her hands to he
