Cramps

~Cassidy~

I stayed seated, making little conversation with Malcom, even though the awkwardness between us was palpable. I took the plastic cup from Malcom, taking a sip without a clue what it held.

The burn that followed told me it was scotch. Unexpected but impressive.

“So... when are you going back to work?” Malcom asked, leaning closer until our thighs touched. The closeness made my chest tight