C35 Mental notes

Antonio

I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the amber liquid, but it couldn’t calm the storm inside me. Every fiber of my being was alert, aware, obsessively focused on her. The kiss had changed something, but it hadn’t dissolved the tension. No, it had intensified it, set fire to something deeper, more consuming.

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Her reaction haunted me. The way her amber eyes had locked onto mine