Stirred

<p><em style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I don't want him.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I can't do this.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>That's what my ex said after our son was born leaving me a single dad.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>These days my world consists of two things: Noah and my bar.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Until her-the woman I want -but can never have.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>My ex's sister wasn't supposed to be stirred into the mix.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Even though I try to push her away my son falls in love with her.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>As much as I want to keep my distance I can't break his heart.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Lines become blurred and fighting our attraction becomes nearly impossible.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Even though we know it's wrong desire doesn't always fade away.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>As soon as we cross that line nothing will be the same and everything will fall apart.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>And it does.</span></p>