crave — Synonyms
yearn for, hunger for.
Nidia was right and he knew that Jonathan probably was aware of it too. He looked at the bottle in his hand. The clear liquid at the bottom gentle swished back and forth with his movement. He’d managed to keep himself in denial. It was another flaw in his personality he could blame on prison. Kevin put the bottle down beside his glass. The two items touched and filled the silence with a soft clink like they just shared a kiss.
'At least somethings getting action in this room', Kevin thought.
Kevin sat down hard on his bed, this caused his nightclothes to bounce in the air and land on the ground by his feet.
He leaned over, picked them up, shook off the imaginary dirt and put them back on the bed.
Prison was to blame for his drinking. Without the ability to dilute his fifteen years with alcohol he pretty much figured he’d have gone insane, and when he got out his friend Vodka helped him forget what a complete failure he’d become.
Well, not complete. Being part of a Trio was leaps and bounds ahead of being a Courier. The thought made in shudder involuntarily and reach for the bottle. His hand hovered over the cool glass surface and then he pulled it back.
He had to stop.
It might not be too late. Though he wouldn't blame Jonathan if he went to Michelle to revoke Kevin's membership in the Trio.
That thought sadden him.
"Great," Kevin said.
Why had it taken him this long to figured out he actually respected Jonathan.