Whiskey Confessions

It has been a few days since the kiss happened, and I still have not gotten over it. I still think of it. I still think of her. I still crave her. It is crazy.

With a sigh, I drain the bottle of whiskey before me.

“Easy, man, you'll choke,” my friend—my closest friend and the only person I confide in—Rhys Kensington, pats my back.

I sigh again and down another shot. I met Rhys Kensington during on