Levi's POV

The loud buzz of the club's speaker vibrates through me as I sit at the bar, drinking my third shot of vodka.

After enduring five more gruesome hours in the office after Hailey left, I came to the club to drown my frustration.

Hailey's tear-streaked face keeps appearing in my mind's eye, and a pang of guilt follows after.

A warm hand lands on my shoulder, running down my arm and interrupting my thoughts. I'm immediately grateful for the relief.

Then, I feel the warm breath on my neck, making my hair stand. A slurring, breathy voice follows. "I noticed you sitting over here for a while now....