Blame It On The Whiskey

I’ve been best friends with Parker since we were little and he punched a boy in the face for pulling my hair. We tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. I may have left out the fact that I’ve also been in love with him since forever.

But he’s Parker. He was the captain of the football team, most popular boy in school and could date any woman he wanted. Now, he’s a big, buff military guy that’s on leave.

Then there’s me. Bartender/college student. Voted class nerd in high school – unofficially of course. I went to libraries instead of dances and I have more curves than Parker’s last three girlfriends combined.

I’ve always kept my crush on Parker hidden. It’s better that way.

Until one night, and I do things that are either going to tear us apart... or bind us forever.

Yea, I think I’m going to blame it on the Whiskey.