6.3
I accept Roman’s challenge and drop the straw on the bar as if it’s a rat. Keeping his gaze, I raise the glass of vodka to my lips and drink it, holding in the urge to cough it out again. If he wants to play games, then I will, too.
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
