Chris Stapleton- Tennesse Whiskey
Astra:
I sat down across from him. A request like this is not one I've used to. In fact, I've never had to ask before. My parents usually provide what I need for me but in this case, I'm going to have to take what I need by my own hand. I opened my laptop and started it up without making eye contact. I can smell it from here. I can feel the warmth of his body drawing me in. I have to swallow my saliva every few seconds to keep it from spilling out of my mouth. It's just beginning and I'm hanging on by a thread.
"The lump has gotten bigger," he motioned my neck. "You look tired. Is it because of what your parents said?"
"No," I shook my head. "I mean not all of it is because of that,"
"What's on your mind?" he smirked. I starting to
