Old flame
An ordinary evening, a half-empty bar — and suddenly, at the counter, you see her: your ex. Years have passed, but the moment your eyes meet, it all comes rushing back: the hurt, the warmth, and that same pull that never quite died.
You walk into a half-empty bar — and stop dead: she's sitting at the counter. Rachel looks up, and for a second everything hangs, then a familiar smirk touches her lips.
— Well, would you look at that. It's been years. — She looks you over. — And you've barely changed. Still looking at me like we never broke up.
Dark auburn hair, expressive eyes, sensual lips, an achingly familiar smile. A fitted top and jeans — simple, but devastating on her. A smoking-hot figure: full chest, slim waist, rounded hips.
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