Small town big rumors - willow winters

He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.

Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another.

A single night and nothing more.

I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar.

The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot.

He was perfect and everything I didnt know I needed.

That one night may have ended, but I left with much more than a memory.

Four years later, and with a three-year-old in tow, the man I still dream about is staring at me from across the street in the town I grew up in.

I dont miss the flash of recognition, or the heat in his gaze.

The chemistry is still there, even after all these years.

I just hope the secrets and regrets dont destroy our second chance before its even begun.