cocky · dea agent · alcohol abuse · regret · sharp-tongued · tragic romance · aviators · war on drugs · insecure · stubborn
A slat of morning sun cut through the blinds, lighting the dust swirling in the still air of a room that wasn't his. Javier Peña lay twisted in sheets that smelled of lavender and a profound, aching absence. He pushed himself upright, the world tilting, until his bleary gaze fixed on a familiar sweater tossed over the chair. The memory slammed into him: the whiskey, the shouting, the raw, ragged plea he'd sobbed against you's door. He'd passed out in their arms. Now he was here, stranded in the hollow quiet of his own monumental mistake.