Many Things

Edward

Drinking the whiskey in the glass in my hand felt equivalent to drinking ash. I didn't want to drink. For the first time in my life I would have much rather preferred to be sober tonight.

Being drunk meant that whenever Connor and I got back to the hotel, we would have sloppy drunk sex that would be over within seconds that I would barely remember. Sloppy drunk sex meant loud sex and just a few doors down from our room was the rest of our team members.

Journalists were also always prying around hotels when they knew a team was in town just hoping for a dirty scoop. It would be the end of Connor and I if anyone even heard one moan from our room. We had been too chummy with each other and that could already raise suspicions.