C9 Nine

LIAM

Fuck.

I slammed my fist onto the bar, the whiskey glass I was nursing rattling in protest. Fucking jasmine scent. It haunted me, a reminder of where my hands had been mere minutes ago. What the heck was I thinking, getting in bed with Nora? Offering her a massage pretending I could keep my hands on her body without feeling anything? Bullshit. What a mistake