I twisted my body to see Eamon standing right behind me. My legs spread out immediately and my buttocks came in contact with the ground. I quickly turned away from him, wiping the salty tears that had almost dried on my skin, all thanks to the chilly night. I didn't want him to see that I was crying. I wondered if he'd heard my screams and all that I said.
Brushing that thought to the back of my mind, I turned back to face him. He stood there like he was waiting for an invitation to take a seat.
"Were you following me?"
Scoffing, he came over to where I stood and took a seat right beside me before placing the half-finished bottle of vodka on the ground between us. It tilted awkwardly, causing the transparent liquid to slosh to the side before he caught it and made it stable.
"It was su
