Small Town Big Rumors

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 didn't 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 don't 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 don't destroy our second chance before it's even begun.