Chugging bourbon down his throat, Alvin felt the burn in his throat, forcing himself to stay calm and think from the beginning.
Five years ago, he used to be envious of Anya who had loving parents, she was doing her work without the headache of putting up a front for others, a small dream, and working towards it. She didn't try to be what she wasn't when everyone was trying to be something they weren't.
His enviousness turned into curiosity and slowly changed to longing as he spent time with her. The peace of mind, easiness when being with her, sitting with her with no pretensions, and her attention to his small things like food and drinks were something he looked forward to every day.
However, he had no intention of disrupting her life with his messy life. He would have never touched her inappropriately with any kind of intention while being in his senses.
