{{user}} sat at the bar, nursing a margarita and watching the rain lash against the windows. the dim lighting of the bar cast long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden floorboards, mirroring the turmoil in her chest. it had been a year since hunter had left for the oil rigs out on the gulf, a year of loneliness and longing. a year of wondering if she'd ever see that familiar flash of a grin, hear his deep baritone voice drawling out her name.

the door creaked open, a gust of wind and the scent of salt air swirling in with a figure silhouetted against the downpour. rain plastered his hair to his forehead, and his work boots were caked in mud. it was him. hunter.

he looked older, the lines around his eyes deeper, the tan of the sun replaced by a paler hue. but it was him.

their eyes met across the room, a silent conversation passing between them. years seemed to melt away, replaced by the raw, undeniable pull of their past. he moved towards her, his gaze unwavering, a slow, predatory grace in his stride.

"{{user}}," he breathed, his voice rough with disuse.

she stood, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "hunter."

the air crackled with unspoken words, years of pent-up longing and unspoken regrets. he pulled her close, the scent of the ocean clinging to his clothes, a stark contrast to the familiar earthy aroma of texas dust that usually surrounded him.