Gray
I was practically numb to the booming noise that echoed through the clubhouse—more like a madhouse—Heck, I didn't even bat an eyelid. I was far too immersed in my thoughts that even the taste of the whiskey in my mouth was beginning to run stale.
As I twirled the tumbler between my fingers, absentmindedly, my thoughts ran wild and I let it because I couldn't begin to comprehend the mind-shattering discoveries I had made recently.
Like that tattoo on the shoulder blade of my girl.
It was quite hard to grasp control of my emotions in that heated moment because nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for what I just found out. It was quite easy to dismiss my fleeting space-out nothing and get away with it because our emotions had been running on a high. I knew how much of
