Small Town Big Rumors

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Four years ago I decided to get over one man by getting under another. A single night and nothing more.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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 didn't know I needed. That one night may have ended but I left with much more than a memory.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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 don't miss the flash of recognition or the heat in his gaze.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The chemistry is still there even after all these years.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I just hope the secrets and regrets don't destroy our second chance before it's even begun.</span></p>