Morning After

o a dull poundi

morning light filtering through the massive wind

n. His shirt was half-open, wrinkled from sleep. The whiskey bottle sat on the glass

ageable. The lingeri

is hand raked through his hair as he tried to force his mind into something

drive. The bu

... that

w tigh

had be

watched. It hadn't just been a passing glance or a stray

lization settled unco

s a contrast to his heated skin, but he barely noticed. He grabbed a bottle of water from the f

where he had left

ably a dozen messages from his parent

ossed it onto

ces, didn't care to see their di

ng endlessly before him. It should have made him feel

was jus

was ove

, he didn'

w breath before tur

start. Something

ne thought lingered, ref

had been ther

e impor

ad the

e, adding stronger atmosphere and internal c

ant to tweak anythin