Dove
"Oh thank god," Molly pressed her hand to her heart when Benecio gave us a small smile but stayed with his friends. "I wasn't prepared for that intensity."
"Me either," Rodney went straight for the pool bar and got himself a drink. "Are you going to get one Dove?"
I twisted my lips unsure what to do, "I don't want to participate in underage drinking."
"As if you didn't drink a bottle of wine by yourself in Florence. Have a drink," he laughed and because of peer pressure I grabbed one beer. However the moment the cool liquid was in my mouth I spat it out and gagged. The cider taste completely burning my throat as I coughed and placed the beer back on the bar countertop.
"I rather stay sober," I opted for water and gulped it down greedily wanting to rid myself of the taste.
