Miles POV
“Give me another shot of whiskey,” I told the bartender.
I have been drinking my ass off since the afternoon. After the gashing argument with Kathy, I needed to escape. I lashed out at her, and I said the most offensive words that were now currently eating my conscience. I shouldn’t have said that; I should’ve calmed myself before confronting her. She must’ve had a profound reason why she agreed with my mom. I just didn’t see it.
I knew she loved me even way before she left the country eight years ago. I knew her feelings towards me, but I shrugged them away. She was my best friend’s sister, and I made a pact with Marcus that I should keep his sister out of my way, so I suppressed my blooming feelings toward her. I treated her like a sister, and I knew she wanted more, but I
