The rain didn’t fall so much as throw itself against the window, desperate to get in. Leo sat on the edge of the unmade bed, a cracked Fender Stratocaster across his knees, and stared at the blinking red light on the answering machine. Three messages. All from her.
He grabbed his jacket. Didn’t lock the door. Didn’t look back. It Bites - It Happened One Night -2011- by ViAn...
“Then start talking.”
“Leo,” she said quietly, “everyone has a night they’d rather forget. The question is—do you want to spend the rest of your nights alone with it?” The rain didn’t fall so much as throw