Sin and I

yl's

t of con

I'll go right back home.

doorknob of "Oaklyn's bar"

goes away, yet I stay rooted at my spot in front of the bar, Finger

phone, no n

ght, nothing has changed since I last came here two years ago, maroon paint on th

holding and walk to the bar, my palms n

tini, my favorite drink, I ha

k, I deserve it, I

urt, who knows when I

m a bit tipsy, and t

ull, and caught his gaze across the bar. He is s

ischief dancing in his eyes. I pretend t

ark, making the noise of the bar fade into a distant hum. For the first time in ages, I fel

question; I hold his gaze For a few seconds, and then he looks away, Suddenly i

will be sure to go home. This

and close my eyes, I can

n headache" a husky mascu

self whiplash and I spill a bit

y that was

sive suit and almos

me, you startled me and I'm so sorry" I apologise pr

s my fault, I didn't realise

, I'm looking up at him, my hands s

l the hair on

m i don't want another glass, but I don't. I let him get me the drink. He has brown eyes, very dark

ever seen" He's staring into my eyes

color of a tomato, great Cheryl, one compliment fr

my face, although this stranger is devilishly han

th my reply and takes

I take note of his voice, husky

hen the chances are ever seeing him again ar

Cheryl" I

he says my name. I like how the letters seem to glide off his tongue.

those bad thoughts, I am no

e's something so captivating, enthralling, about the man in front of me. I look at his fingers, long and slender, no

ryl?" he asks me,his to

dry to speak so I s

" He cocks his head to one

out as little above a squ

nd I take it. "Would you like to come wit

on my shoulder, I know how dangerous, foolish and stupid say

ay "no" but a "Yes"

he doi