Twenty
Kingston
I made her cry. Again. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I ever think we’d be good together when all that ever lives between us is tears?
I slam the front door, heading right for the fridge, ready to drink myself into oblivion. If I’m lucky, I won’t remember tomorrow what happened tonight.
Too bad Lou is prepared for me and standing in front of the fridge. “I think you need a babysitter tonight.”
“I think you’re wrong.” His eye is purple and swollen. “f**k, I’m sorry, man.”
He touches his eye and winces. “Please, it adds to my tough appeal. But next time, why don’t you start with the questions instead of the fists?”
I nod. “Can I please have a beer now?”
He motions with his head to the counter, where there’s a cold beer and a shot of something dark. “You get
