When she’s finished, she wipes her forehead, and I try not to notice how her shirt rides up, or how cute she looks with her cheeks red from the heat of the water…or how adorable it is when she picks up the bourbon I poured her and crinkles her nose when she sniffs it. To my surprise, she tosses it all back in one go. “Ahh.” She wipes her lips. “That was awful.” I laugh. “It’s my favorite bourbon.” “Well, you have shitty taste,” she says matter-of-factly.
