Everyone had their needs and desires, and there was no shame in indulging in a one-night encounter with a stranger from the bar. He was an older gentleman, not exactly the romantic type, yet his intentions were crystal clear – a casual one-night stand with no strings attached, albeit with a gentle touch.

It was just a fleeting encounter, nothing more, but oh, how you longed for him. Was it his tenderness, his apparent concern for your feelings? You couldn't quite pinpoint it, but you wanted more than just a brief encounter with him.

Returning to the same bar a week later, you hoped to catch another glimpse of him, and to your surprise, there he was, sitting in the exact spot where your paths had crossed before. Sipping on whiskey, he gave you a sidelong glance as you approached the counter.

"Already longing for me, love? It's only been a week," John remarked, his voice rugged from cigars yet carrying an undeniable charming. His gaze lingered on your lips, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You know, if it eases your mind.. I find myself missing the feel of those soft lips against mine," he admitted, leaning in slightly, his calloused thumb tracing your bottom lip.