Scent of a Stranger
08:43
You asked what I’d like to drink and I told you to guess. I love the way you looked at me in that moment: contemplative… and desirous. You stood there with one eyebrow raised, gently rubbing your beard before leaning across the bar so that you were only inches from my face. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply… such an intimate gesture: breathing in the scent of a stranger - I felt my stomach flutter while you lingered there for a moment longer. You opened your eyes, your handsome face just inches from mine before you winked and turned to fix my drink - and you’d guessed it: tequila on the rocks.
08:43
