Title: A Love Letter to Whiskey
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: Oct 13, 2016
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Synopsis:
It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this
time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a
glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing
too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
Excerpt:
The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.
Literally.
I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay
away.
Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping
into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in
South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves”
season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February
where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.
As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and
prove I could keep up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally
made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had
to uphold. I hated running — absolutelyloathed it. I would much rather have been
on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best
friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her,
I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the end of
the day.
I saw him first.
I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink
sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away,
and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average
at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got,
the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his
legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in
concentration as he neared us.
I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her
the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her
shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.
I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall.
He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I
gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the
truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.
It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to
shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip
of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that
wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and
just that one touch had set my skin on fire.
Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I
traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling
onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a
mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey
until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were
whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the
longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would
have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still
talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways
grin.
“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she
shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to
standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to
continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and
watch where you’re going, huh champ?”
Oh no.
I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it,
before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend
before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.
Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she
waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons
we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct
advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her
long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.
And then he did, too.
His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall
over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her.
As they should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for
days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure
best friend - I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented - just not at the
things traditional high school boys valued.
But we’ll get to that.
“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were
warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say
charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”
“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before
you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded
to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at
all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I
was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full
name?
Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me
after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been
watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows
on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail,
and he wasn’t the guilty party.
“It’s fine,” I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time
finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time,
and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way —
completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.
But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting
as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was
the first time I felt sick watching it happen.
I saw him first, but it didn’t matter.
Because he saw her.
Author Info:
Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from
the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full
time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness
instructor and blackjack dealer.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter
installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed
to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was
quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took
particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die
hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds,
talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family.
She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not
necessarily in that order.
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