Whiskey Longing for Me

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(31 31 31 1)>Dakota has spent his life on the road a lone hunter chasing ghosts and collecting debts finding solace only in the sharp burn of whiskey. But the silence in this dusty quiet bar is a luxury he can't afford especially not after he sees her.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(31 31 31 1)>She's polishing glasses with a professional shy smile her hair the color of prairie wheat and her clear blue eyes holding a dangerous flicker of adventure. When she tells him her name is also Dakota the coincidence feels like a sign sealing a fierce unspoken promise between them.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(31 31 31 1)>The connection is instant and electric. What follows is an intense intimate night where control is a silent thrilling weapon and their shared name becomes a passionate mantra. He's a man accustomed to dominating the hunt and she's a woman who finds a breathtaking new command in surrender. In the close confines of her small apartment she becomes his solace tasting of lavender and raw desire.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(31 31 31 1)>But when the jarring buzz of his phone breaks the dawn's soft light his world of duty calls him back to the dusty plains. In the lingering scent of whiskey and wilderness they must face the quiet question: Was this a brief intoxicating story to be told behind the bar or was it the moment a hunter finally found his home? </span></p>