He was rough, like the hangover after a few too many drinks. She was as smooth as the Tennessee whiskey that ran through his veins. Were they both ready for one another?
*Short Story*
He was rough, like the hangover after a few too many drinks. She was as smooth as the Tennessee whiskey that ran through his veins. Were they both ready for one another?
*Short Story*
A small town baker. The resident bad boy of Jackson County. The push and pull. Words said like "yea we're done" or "moving on". But do you ever really? Or are you ever really that far gone? From the...