Wild Again

I only meant to hide.
One hour in a bar. One drink. One tattooed bartender who decided I had terrible taste in wine.

Now there's a cocktail that isn't on the menu, a nickname that's only his, and a man who looks at me like he's waiting for me to stop pretending.

I keep telling myself Jack is a bad idea.

He keeps looking at me like bad ideas are his favourite kind.

The worst part?

Every time I walk away...

I come back.