I just nodded and looked at him again. He was very muscular, more than on the pictures and more handsome too. The sharp jawline was especially visible in the dim lights of the bar place.
-You are very beautiful.
He said suddenly looking at the gla...
I was drunk as hell in one of the clubs, dancing senseless with my friend. He was my best friend I told u before. He was a kind of a person who never ask stupid things and just support anyway. We were crashing the stage there that night.
The breathless bodies moving in the rhythm.
We landed on the sofa, sipping the alcohol.
-It was hot!
He said smiling, with no sense of energy left.
-Yes, I love it.
I said mining to him.
-Vodka again?
-I love vodka u know.
I answered taking a glass from the bartender.
-I never knew why u like this drink so much.
-Cause u never asked.
I winked.
-Then tell me.
-It's pure and clean. It has nothing to hide and when u put it in the freezer for a night it tastes like a water, so it's pleasant.
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My grandfather liked vodka a lot and told me a lot of stories about it.
He knew how close I was with my grandparents, so he smiled warmly pulling me into a hug.
-Can I ask?
He said taking a sip of whiskey.
-Go on.
-What is the thing with u parents?
-My mother crossed all the limits.
-Oh, I'm sorry, but there is something else.
-What do u mean?
I looked at him.
-There is something else, eating u more that u psycho mother.
He laughed out, crossing the legs.
-Not something, but someone.
-Is he important?
-Very.
-Oh, my dear friend fell in love, finally?
He asked petting me o my head. I melted under his touch, he was the only person I could tell anything easily and he would never involve.
