I held the glass of tequila in my hands, often bringing it up to my lips getting little sips, just to keep the burn there. The boy next to me kept eyeing me. He was probably twenty-five. Or, as my...
I held the glass of tequila in my hands, often bringing it up to my lips getting little sips, just to keep the burn there. The boy next to me kept eyeing me. He was probably twenty-five. Or, as my...