Chapter 64

Bri

"Y'all done already?" he asked. I nodded as he took a seat. He stole my glass and took a long drink.

"Good, guess you can get us a refill?" I taunted him and he just grinned before winking at me. It was strange to me that this man was a stranger a week ago, and now he knew more about me than anyone else in the world. I still kept the deep wounds close, opting to share the superficial things that had caught me off guard as they came to me, while I settled here over the past week. He never really asked, never pried but I found myself wanting to explain myself when he pulled me from dark memories and stained thoughts. I wanted to get it all out, as it came to me.

It soon became apparent to me that Beau was a shameless flirt, yet he offered me respect at the same time. It was a kind of reverence, I wasn't sure I deserved. He toed a line of being suggestive without ever crossing it. I was never offended nor did I feel uncomfortable. It was an easy kind of bantering friendship, one