![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() His lips formed a flat line and he nodded. "You should know, before you ask me anything, that Kova never pushed me," I stressed to him. "Sounds like a symptom of an STD." Hayden laughed. "It feels like fire in my throat," I rasped through the burn. How anyone drank this crap was beyond me. I brought the glass to my lips and our eyes locked as the cool liquid went down the back of my throat. His sandy blond hair was disheveled, like he’d run his hand through it. ![]() A timid smile curved the corners of his lips and I felt mine do the same. Looking up, his crystal blue eyes glimmered with mischief. He capped the silver flask and nestled it between his thighs that were the size of tree trunks. His faded blue shirt still had a wet spot from where I cried. After I had climbed onto his lap, he didn't say a word, didn't push me to speak, he just held me in his warm embrace and wiped the tears from my eyes. I watched as he poured another half shot for himself. But first, we take one just to get things going." "Or when I have a question and the answer you give me is not what I was expecting. "So, if I take a shot when the truth gets too hard, you take one too?" "But since we're both not heavy drinkers, let's start with a half shot so we don't fall on our faces." "Usually people take a whole shot when they're spilling secrets," Hayden began as I watched the clear liquid fall into one of the shot glasses he'd grabbed from the kitchen. ![]()
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