She heaved a sigh, eyes moving from her hands to focus on them. âI donât want to talk about it.â She replied, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. Nothing was going her way, even now, she was finding herself torn between many things. Deep down she missed her friends. She felt as these days, she no longer had any. âItâs a sore topic, sorry.â
âThen you donât have to talk about it.â The blond said, looking down into his glass of whiskey, before sliding her glass over towards her. âBut this might take that edge off.â He offered her a smile, his gaze meeting hers.Â













