He tasted like Tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.
I just hope the secrets and regrets don\'t destroy our second chance before it\'s even begun..
The chemistry is still there, even after all these years.
I don\'t miss the flash of recognition, or the heat in his gaze.
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.
That one night may have ended, but I left with much more than a memory.
He was perfect and everything I didn\'t know I needed.
The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot.
I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar.
A single night and nothing more.
Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another.
He tasted like Tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose
