Tequila Rose: Artist Rendition

<p>He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.</p><p></p><p>Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more. </p><p>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. </p><p>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. </p><p>The chemistry is still there, even after all these years. </p><p>I just hope the secrets and regrets don't destroy our second chance before it's even begun.</p>