One taste will never be enough...
You learn a lot about people pouring their drinks and London is what I would consider a regular.
Like clockwork, she's been coming into my bar twice a week for the last year.
Besides her name, I've learned that she's witty, beautiful, and unfortunately... taken.
She's in a relationship with a guy that I'm pretty sure doesn't deserve her.
Respecting that is the only thing stopping me from figuring out the things I really want to know.
Things like, what her body feels like against mine, or how she tastes on my tongue.
But one evening, everything changes. London comes in and tells me that they broke up.
One drink leads to two, and she finally confesses that this attraction isn't one sided.
Our slow burn is about to get blazing hot.
I wasn't just looking for a one-night stand, not with a girl like her.
But next thing you know, the ex is back. He's in my bar, sitting next to her.
We try to act like there isn't a connection between us.
Like our bodies weren't made for each other and we didn't set each other aflame with a single kiss.
Every time I look at her, I see the flash in her eyes that tell me she's remembering it too.
Re-living every delicious second of our time spent together on top of this very bar.
The problem is now that I know what she tastes like, I want more.
On the rocks. It's how London prefers her drinks, and the current state of her relationship.
And I'm about to shake things up, because I'll be damned if I let her get away.
