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 a 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.
Tequila Rose
by: Willow Winters