Chapter One of Breaking Free

To get a peek at Breaking Free, here’s the first chapter before the book comes out. Warning: Explicit content, meant only for readers 18+.


“It’s just one night,” Jayden tells me. “And it’s only two hours away.”

“Yeah, but on our rival’s campus? The fucking Hornets?” I make a face as I shove my foot into my tennis shoe.

“Yeah, I know, but I got a friend who told me about this party. It’s gonna be huge,” he says, spraying some cologne on before checking himself out in the mirror.

“I’m obviously gonna go, but I’m talking shit to every football player I see. You know we play them first this season, right?”

“Yeah, and we’re gonna whoop their ass.”

Jayden’s one of the best wide receivers we have on our team at South River, and I’m the best running back. With our friend Dex as QB, and a well-rounded team, we’re set to win the national championship this year, no problem.

“Marco’s not gonna be quarterback this season,” Jayden says. “Hurt his shoulder.”

“Damn. Who is it now? Luke?”

“Yep, but he’s pretty good.”

“And of course they have Jimmy Watts at receiver now. He’s fast.”

“We’re still the better team,” he says with confidence.

“All right,” I say, shoving my wallet in my pocket. “I’m ready. Let’s go get drunk.”

“My man,” Jayden says with a grin, giving me a fist bump before we leave my place.

We take Jayden’s white Jeep Grand Cherokee and blast music the whole way there. When we pull up to the frat house where the party’s being held, music blasts from inside, pouring out of every open window and door this place has. Cars line both sides of the street, and people are outside on the balcony of the second level, plastic cups in hand and smiles on their faces.

“Who do you know here?” I ask Jayden.

“A few people, actually, but this chick I’m talking to invited me out. Do you know Kristina Mathis?”

I scrunch my face. “I think so.”

“Anyway, she goes to our school, but her best friend goes here.”

“I see.”

Jay checks his phone. “All right. She’s inside. Let’s go.”

We head up the driveway and a few people smile and say hey, mostly to Jayden, who seems to know everybody no matter where we go.

“You’ve been here before, I take it.”

He smiles. “A few times. Dex used to come with me before he got tied down.”

“Oh, so I’m your second choice?” I joke.

“You’re my favorite second choice, though.”

“Whatever,” I say with a laugh.

Inside, the music thumps so loud I can barely hear Jayden when he speaks. It’s only because he gestures toward the kitchen that I know he probably said something about getting a drink.

It doesn’t take long before we spot a couple of the football guys and end up getting caught up in conversation about the upcoming season while we down our beers and take a couple shots. Amongst the shit talking, we also discuss the other teams before Jimmy says something that catches my attention.

“He’s leaving us for y’all.”

“Wait, what?” I ask. “Who are we talking about?”

“This kid, uhh…Hernandez. He was second string last year, didn’t see much play time until the end of the season. He’s good, though, and getting better.”

“What’s his position?”

“Running back.” Jimmy grins. “Gonna be gunning for your spot, Campbell.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Why the transfer?” Jayden asks.

The guys shrug and the topic is dropped, so we go about our drinking. Within an hour and a half, Jayden finds a girl he knows and disappears for a while. I end up playing drinking games with Jimmy and Marco for a while, and it isn’t until my vision begins to blur that I realize my bladder’s about to burst.

“Gotta take a piss,” I tell them, leaving the table.

It takes a few minutes to find the bathroom, but when I do, it’s because there’s a line of four people in the hall.

“Is this the only bathroom?” I ask, my words strung together.

A redheaded girl gives me a once over before answering. “Someone’s puking in the other one.”

I grimace. “And in this one?”

“Having sex, I think,” she says with a shrug, like it’s normal.

I hurry back to Marco since I know he lives here. “Dude, tell me I can use a bathroom on the second floor. You got people fucking and puking in the ones down here.”

“Aw, come on,” he complains, standing up. “Head upstairs, turn right. Second door on the left.”

As he rushes off to handle the bathroom problems, I jog upstairs, trying to remember his directions.

The house is pretty big, but I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find a bathroom. I’m about to open a door when I hear a girl moan Jayden’s name. Well, at least I know where he is.

I try the next door, but it’s locked. “Give me a minute,” a guy yells.

“I don’t have a minute,” I bite back, almost ready to pull my dick out and piss in a deserted plastic cup.

I open all the doors, searching for another bathroom, and get lucky with one tucked away in the corner. As soon as I free myself from my jeans, I hardly get time to aim before my bladder lets loose. Midstream I realize how hot and muggy it is in here, and then the shower curtain is yanked back, and a naked, muscular, wet man stands there staring at me like I’m crazy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls.

“Uh, taking a piss,” I answer, averting my eyes and making sure I don’t pee all over the floor.

Out of my peripheral vision, I see him step out and then hear him snatch a towel off the rack behind me. “There’s three other bathrooms in here.”

“All of them were occupied. Give me a minute and I’ll be outta your hair.”

He steps up to the sink, standing at my side. My eyes flicker to him briefly, gazing  just long enough to notice he’s wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Why aren’t you downstairs partying?” I ask, tucking myself back in my pants.

“I’m not in the mood.” His voice lacks any emotion.

I flush the toilet and turn to face him. Water still clings to his bronze skin, and his dark hair is slicked back with one little tendril falling over his forehead.

He’s thick with muscles and tall—bigger than me by a few inches and several pounds,  and he’s extremely attractive. His jaw is angular and his cheekbones sharp. When I meet his gaze in the mirror, I realize I’ve been staring at him for way too long. I blame the alcohol. I told myself months ago not to get drunk and make dumb decisions. I’ve been there and done that. More than once.

The last time I got really drunk, I ended up having a brief hookup with my friend Renzo, and then I was embarrassed and ashamed, feeling like I used him to experiment, and it led to several days of awkwardness before we determined we were better off as friends.

However, it solidified what I was curious about—I definitely like guys. But besides Renzo and his boyfriend, Ronan, nobody knows.

It’s not like I think my closest friends will judge me. Ronan and Renzo are gay, Jayden’s bi, and nobody in our circle cares. However, I’m unsure of my other friends, and the guys on the team. Sure, Jay’s on the football team, too, but his personality is more of the I-don’t-give a-shit-what-you-think-of-me type, while I’m exactly the opposite. Plus there’s my family, and I have zero idea how they might react to their only son being gay.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”

His deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I lick my lips. “Can I wash my hands?”

He takes a step back, but doesn’t leave much room between us. As I hold my hands under the water, I can almost feel him touching my back. My eyes travel up to the mirror as I massage in the soap, and I find him checking me out.

I clear my throat as I rinse off the suds and meet his stare. Warm brown eyes meet my green ones and then he licks his bottom lip.

“You’re not from here.”

“No. I’m from South River.”

Something flashes in his eyes and his lips pull into a tiny smirk. “Hmm.”

When I turn around to look for a towel to dry my hands on, I realize the only one in here is wrapped around his waist.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to it,” I say stupidly, wiping my wet hands on my jeans.

He doesn’t move from in front of the door, so I take a step forward and reach for the knob, my head angling in his direction.

“How drunk are you?” he questions, catching me off guard.

“Uhh…a little.”

His eyes move to my mouth and I wet my lips with a swipe of my tongue.

“Who are you here with?”

“My friend.”

Why am I standing here, so close to him, answering questions? I should just shove him out of the way and leave. Who even is this guy? Why the sudden inquiry?

“Boyfriend?” he questions.

My brows dip in the middle. “No.”

He shifts, turning to face me, his shoulder resting against the door. “Why don’t you come to my room with me?”

I swallow thickly, my eyes trained on his mouth as he talks. Confusion and desire war with themselves as I think over what he just said. Alcohol has already impaired me, so I’m definitely not in the right mind to make sound decisions, but who says all decisions need to be good ones?

“Why?” I ask, frozen in place, my hand on the doorknob.

“To help me forget,” he says huskily, coming even closer.

“Forget what?” I whisper, already leaning in.

“My fucked up life.”

“How do…” I begin to ask how do you know I’m gay, but he shuts me up when he shoves me against the wall and pins his hips against mine.

“You’ve been checking me out since you walked in here, don’t get shy now.”

He cages me in when he braces his arms on either side of me, and my cock comes to life, straining against the zipper of my jeans. I know he feels it when he releases a sexy groan and pushes into me further.

My chest heaves as he slowly leans in, and when his lips brush against mine, any rational thought flees my brain, and I only care about what he tastes like and what his body will feel like under my hands.

This guy, whose name I don’t even know, devours my mouth in the sexiest way. The kiss starts slowly, his lips pressing against mine in soft pecks, and then his tongue slides in, tangling with mine in a sensual dance. As soon as I moan, his right hand grabs the back of my head, his long fingers cradling my neck as his thumb aligns with my jaw. His grip is firm as he deepens the kiss, sucking on my tongue before his other hand travels under my shirt.

“Touch me,” he growls, and it’s then that I realize my arms are frozen at my sides.

I bring them up and splay my fingers across his abs and run my hands up to his chest before I let them travel around to his back, pulling him into me.

He steps  back. “That’s not really what I meant.” His hand goes to his towel, and in a half a second, the white cotton material drops to the floor, leaving him completely naked.


I’ve had one experience with a guy, and that was my drunken hookup with Renzo. Well, we made out one time after, but it was thirty seconds at best. The alcohol-induced encounter was us making out and me sucking his dick. That’s it. No touching, groping, licking, and not much talking if I’m being honest.

He smirks before undoing my pants, shoving them down my thighs. His large hand gropes my erection through my underwear before he pushes those down, too.

When he wraps his fingers around my cock, I close my eyes and drop my head against the wall. “Oh shit.”

“Mm,” he moans, coming closer and nuzzling my neck with his scratchy beard. “You’re already dripping for me.”

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Be a good boy and suck my cock and maybe I’ll let you come next.”

His words send a jolt of desire up my spine. I should probably be offended that he called me a good boy, but something about his tone and the way he stroked my dick when he said it turned me on even more. Now all I want to do is please him so I can get my own release.

I bite my lip as I look into his dark eyes and then slowly drop to my knees. His cock is massive, long and thick, with a few veins straining against the tight skin. He runs his hand through my blond hair and I open my mouth and take him between my lips.

Having only done this once, I’m terrified he’s going to realize how inexperienced I am and put a stop to this. With one hand on his muscled thigh, I use my other one to stroke his length, taking him as deep into my mouth as I can.

He begins fucking my face, gripping my hair tightly in his fist, and the grunts and groans let me know he’s enjoying himself.

My cock throbs and leaks as I hollow my cheeks and suck on his crown before I let my tongue travel the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck.” He grips his erection. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I don’t hesitate to obey, something deep inside me loving that I don’t have to wonder what to do next. He slaps his cock against my tongue and then strokes himself while staring into my eyes.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

It’s not a question, so I don’t say anything. I just keep my mouth open and my tongue out, and several seconds later jets of hot cum land on my tongue and chin.

With one hand on the wall behind me, he leans over, giving me every drop of his release. When he’s done, he reaches down and grabs a hold of my neck, pulling me up.

His thumb swipes some of his cum from my chin and he pushes it into my mouth. “Good boy.”

My heart hammers in my chest and my entire body feels like it’s about to burst into flames. When his hand wraps around my cock and strokes, I think I might shatter, but when he leans into me and licks more of his cum off my chin before sticking his tongue into my mouth, I do. I explode and come all over his hand and thigh without any warning.

Cover & Blurb Reveals

This series is an interconnected stand-alone series, taking place in a fictional town in Michigan. They’re all gonna be hot, quick reads that feature some of your favorite tropes.

•𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 (𝙈/𝙈)

•𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 (𝙈/𝙁)

•𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚/𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨-𝙩𝙤-𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙈/𝙈)

•𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 (𝙈/𝙈 𝙬/𝙢é𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨)

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 (𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 #1)

Release Date: May 6

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Stealing Ronan wasn’t the plan. I’d never imagined I’d steal a boyfriend from my sister, but when I saw him strutting to my couch with his perfect body, gorgeous face, and that mouth—God, that mouth, it was like he was plucked from my wettest dreams and brought into my life just for me.

Lusting after a straight guy who’s dating my sister is a problem in itself, but the bigger problem comes when he’s invited on a family trip with us for Christmas. Just as I thought I was doing a pretty good job ignoring his soft lips and curious gazes, we’re hit with a furious blizzard, leaving me and Ronan locked up together. Alone.

We’re only snowed in for two days, but things heat up quickly, because it turns out I’m not the only one with a fascination.

𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 #2)

Release Date: June 10

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Falling for my best friend’s sister was something I never thought I’d do. Not only have I known Violet for almost her whole life, but Renzo was sure to give all his friends the don’t touch my sister speech as soon as she became a teenager.

After a drunken night when we were snowed in at a cabin, I may have been too flirtatious. I think I freaked her out, because she’s refused to talk about what happened since then. But after a weekend away with friends, me and Violet end up alone, and confessions are finally made.

She’s too good for me—sweet, pure, and innocent. I’m tainted with a reputation that does me no favors. Renzo knows I’ve never committed to anyone. He knows everything about me and the many women I’ve been with, and that’s why I know he’ll never be okay with me and his sister being together.

After a taste of Violet, I know I’ve finally found something worth fighting for, even if I have to fight my best friend.

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 (𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 #3)

Release Date:July 15

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At a party on a rival college campus, I drunkenly stumble into a bathroom just as a tall, muscular man steps out of the shower…naked.

Instead of fleeing, I stay put and end up having the hottest bathroom hookup with someone whose name I don’t know. Because I’m still in the closet, I don’t talk about what happened that night, glad that it was with a guy who doesn’t live in the same town.But come Monday morning, the naked man from the bathroom strolls into the locker room and locks eyes with me.

His name is Dominic and he’s new to campus and trying to take my spot on the team, which makes me hate him. It’s too bad I loved everything he said and did to me the night we met, but I can’t let him get to me with his cocky smirks and filthy words. I have to focus on keeping my position on the team, but I can only think about the positions I want to be in with him.

He’s arrogant where I’m modest. I’m docile where he’s domineering. We’re complete opposites, so it could never work, but being with him makes me want to break free from the chains that have kept me in the closet, because he’s also the firm hand to my wavering confidence and I’m the moth drawn to his flame.

𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒊𝒎 (𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 #4)

Release Date: August 19

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It all started when a girl I hooked up with in the past invited me to have a threesome with her and her boyfriend Vince. Seeing as how I’m bi, single, and open to a good time, I had no qualms about this. However, there were rules.

No kissing or touching Liv’s boyfriend as he was doing this for her and wasn’t interested in being with a man at all.

Fine, I don’t mind this scenario either.

However, one time turns into two, two turns into three, and with each time we get together, he starts looking at me a little different and doesn’t pull away if I brush against him.

When Liv breaks up with him, it effectively puts a stop to our fun, but then I run into him at a bar. After a few drinks, several lingering touches, and an almost kiss, I begin to wonder if he’s as straight as he thinks he is.

Before things can escalate, school starts up, and I walk into my English Lit class and find out that Vince is none other than Vincent Coleman—my professor.

Fun Fact Friday

The theme for this Fun Fact Friday is about the Kingston Brothers series.

When I first started “plotting” out this series, they were going to a bit different. I have plotting in quotations because I don’t really plot. I get a general idea and sit down and see what happens.

So I knew their names, but Royce was going to be younger than he ended up, but only by a few years. You know Cillian? Our tatted up tattoo artist and painter? He was going to be a writer! He had a whole different vibe. His previous relationship was going to be delved into a little more and kind of have a love triangle vibe with someone who WASN’T Midge. Wanna know why? Midge was never supposed to get her own book. I didn’t plan for her and Cill to get together until I was almost done writing On the Rocks.

One of the brothers was going to be divorced, but I decided to change that. I’m pretty sure it was Elijah.

I always knew Elijah would have the student/teacher theme, and Merrick was always going to be gay, but his story changed a little. At first I was going to have his love interest have a job that put him on the road with him for a little while. They were still going to have a past together, but I decided I wanted him to be in his hometown when their story took place.

If you read Against the Rules, you might remember this little exchange between Merrick and Elijah. “Hey, man. I’m not judging you. You’re attracted to who you’re attracted to.” And that was just a little hint into his story.

Like I mentioned in the acknowledgments in On the Rocks, the town this takes place in was named after my late father. Stores like Nae’s Gourmet Coffee Shop, Flaky Vicki’s, The Teacup (and Doreen who owned it) and Victor’s specialty soda shop are all named after family members. Small characters were named after family members, too.

Stories the brothers told around the table are things that my kids have done. Well, not all of them. And some were some I did as a teen. Hunter was based on an old ex-boyfriend, who I’m glad is an ex. Haha!

As far as the other stories go, more and more kept being added. In Risking it All, you’ll see the name Chaparral. It’s the town Ali lives in, but it was actually the street me and my husband first lived together on. Box O Tacos was a place in my own hometown, but that was actually called Taco Box. And it was me who ate my cheese sticks the way Merrick did, and I always argued that their strawberry Mountain Dew was better than the strawberry Sierra Mist, though my husband would disagree.

Honestly, there’s so many stories that came from my real life I can’t even keep track.

Have any questions about these guys? The stories? Anything? Leave them below and I’ll answer!

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Risking it All

I have the blurb for the fourth and final book in the Kingston Brothers series. Yay! I’ve been dying to write Merrick’s story, and I’m already finished! It goes to the editor soon, and my cover will be created this month, so I’ll reveal that in August. I’ve loved writing these four brothers, and I’m so sad to be done with them already. I feel like it went by really fast. Anyway, without further ado…

Ten years ago, I kissed my best friend.

Six years ago, my life changed and I went from being an unknown kid from a small town to a world-renowned rock star. Before leaving Gaspar, I told Ali we’d still be together. I made promises I didn’t keep, and I lied over and over again. I threw our plans out the window and made a life for myself.

I’ve barely had time to go home, because touring keeps me away. We haven’t been in touch in years, but after this tour, I’m heading home to find the only person who knows my deepest, darkest secret, and beg for forgiveness.

Ten years ago, I kissed my best friend, and his name is Alejandro Barerra. My Ali.

He may never forgive me for the broken promises or for breaking his heart, and I’m afraid he’ll never want to talk to me again, but he’s the only one who knows the real me, and I’m determined to win him back. Even if it means risking it all.

Against the Rules is live!



•𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱

When my brothers all but force me to go out with them the weekend before the school year begins, I don’t expect anything more than a few drinks and some laughs. What happens is better than I could’ve hoped for.⁣

I meet a strikingly beautiful woman who’s new in town. Our night starts with us laughing and drinking in the bar, moves to my bed, and ends with her disappearing into the night without any exchange of information.⁣

Monday morning, she walks into my calculus class and knocks the breath from my lungs.⁣

My one-night stand is now my student.⁣

Never one to cross the line and always one to play by the rules, I make sure to tell her nothing more can happen. But as time goes on, I start wanting to erase the line and throw the rule book out the window. Because even though it’s against the rules to be with her, I feel like, with Nova, I can find happiness again. But she deserves more than becoming my dirty little secret.⁣

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What they’re saying:

This book was AMAZING!!! One of the best student/teacher, age gap romances I have read in a long time. If these tropes are your cup of tea, then you really need to read this book!!

Isabel sure knows how to write a steamy story to capture your attention and make you not want to sleep or work the next morning!

 I knew it was a professor/student romance but OMG guys, this book is literally the age gap/professor-student/forbidden romance of my dreams.

This is one amazing book. The characters will have you begging for more and the authors fantastic writing style will have you forgetting this is a novel and not real life. 



He sighs then turns and looks at me. “I wish things were different.”

I chew on my lip and look up at him with hooded eyes. “If they were, what would happen?”

He groans. “Oh, Nova. You have no idea.”


Her chest rises with a deep breath. “Tell me.”

Nova’s dress has ridden up high on her thighs, showing off her flawless golden-brown skin, and I think about what’s hiding between those luscious thighs. It’s a risky game even talking about what I want to do, but it’s not doing it. That’s what I tell myself.

“I’d want to take my time with you, unlike last time. I would taste every inch of your body—those thighs, your hips, stomach, breasts, neck.” I eye each spot as I name them, and her breathing becomes ragged. “Then I’d flip you over and work my way back down.”

Her shiver is visible in the darkened car, and her moan audible over the music playing low over the speakers.I watch as she squeezes her thighs together, closing her eyes briefly. When they flicker open, she stares straight at me and says, “Keep going.”

It’s a husky whisper. A demand I want to meet.“I’d bury my face between your thighs and lap up every drop of your arousal. I’d fuck your tight cunt with my tongue and then gently lick circles around your clit until I brought you to orgasm. And then I’d lick you clean.”

Her eyes widen in surprise at the vulgar language, but the wanton moan she releases lets me know she loves it. My cock comes to life as her hand drops slowly to her thigh and moves under the hem of her dress.Good God.Against my better judgement, I keep going. I can’t help myself.

Price Drop!

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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.

Slow burn romance at its best.