Tequila Romance By Milagro Novelas e Histórias

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.

so pleasent that it cut through the excited crowd who had been making mad comments on she and the duo's banter. She recognized that voice. And the name! Raising her gaze up, she was met with those coffee eyes boring at her in surprise, a tinge of confusion and hidden excitement. "Tequila! "He called again, more like a soft whisper with his eyes never leaving hers. This term was going to be one hell of a long ride.

Tequila sunrise Her body fit right in my hands, la la la It felt like ooh la la la, yeah I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for ya Locked in the hotel There's just some things that never change You say we're just friends But friends don't know the way you taste, la la la 'Cause you know it's been a long time coming Don't you let me fall, oh Ooh, when your lips undress me Hooked on your

When the melody ended, Elsa and Myriam applauded. “Our turn,” Elsa declared, took a sip of tequila, and requested a song. The notes of A quién le importa by Thalía began to play through the speakers. Elsa grabbed the microphone, pulled Myriam along to dance with her, and they both began to sing the song together. They swayed their hips, moving with sensual rhythm. Gerald sipped his tequila, never taking his eyes off Myriam. A smile spread across his face as he listened to her sing.

“ You’re totally getting lucky tonight .” “Oh , shut up ,” I muttered , cheeks burning as I laughed . The truth was , I’d never even kissed a man properly , let alone slept with one . I wasn’t naive ; I just never found anyone who made me feel that way . We arrived at the club , and it was enormous — all flashing lights , velvet ropes, and thundering bass . Mila’s boyfriend led us to the VIP section he’d reserved , and Mila immediately ordered a tray of colorful cocktails . Each drink was sweeter than the last , smooth enough that I barely realized I was drinking alcohol .

' sound. " Cheers!“ She exclaimed and emptied the whole content into her mouth. I blinked rapidly at her and slowly sipped from my glass. " Damn! What's this?“ I asked immediately as I stuck out my tongue and squeezed my face. " Margarita…" “Yikes, it tastes like Brandy, vodka and tequila all mixed together" I replied and she laughed out “Damn.." “Don't chicken out please" she sighed and then I emptied the rest of it's content into my mouth.

"Take a rest, you need to relax after everything." Luna waved her hand. "Not one bit, I am badly craving for some kind of intoxication. Do you think you can whip out some..." She trailed off, hopefully putting on her best expression. Miles sighed as if to caution yet, but instead, he headed to the fridge and retrieved a bottle of tequila. Without a cup, Luna threw her head back and downed good gulps. "Stay put while I return the plaque." Stay put? Luna scoffed, as her eyes watered.

“What’s the mix-up of this drink?” My glass contained a pinkish-orange liquid with a salted rim; a wedge of grapefruit was perched on the edge. While Trish’s drink was a vibrant red served in a martini glass. “Grapefruit juice, tequila, a little soda. Perfect for a newbie.” I nodded; the tequila was the reason I felt a sharp slash in my mouth. “And yours?” I asked, flicking my eyes to her drink. “Vodka, cranberry juice, lime, and triple sec.” She crossed her legs, and the tattoo on her lap peeked out. She was dressed in a red, above-knee-length, kind of short, beautiful dress, and her ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders.

"Oh, and because I'm going to be cooking naked, don't touch yourself because I promise to take care of you after breakfast, understand?" "Yes, Sir." *********** Plane rides. I love them, especially when they include my girl and my favorite drink, tequila. I lean back into my seat after taking a sip of my well- deserved/ much-needed tequila drink. My inner self jumps up and down in excitement, looking forward to several days of fun in Cabo —spending time with friends, drinking tequila, and fucking the shit

Beside her, Mía Castell and Zoe Medina were sharing a mate that had gone weak a long time ago, because none of them was actually paying attention to what they were drinking. Milagros took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “I didn’t do it for him,” she said at last. “I did it because it was the right thing to do. I was wrong… and I had to fix it.” Zoe watched her with that mix of tenderness and mischief that was so completely hers. “Of course, Mili. The right thing. And also because you were smoking with jealousy.” “I was not jealous!” Milagros shouted, far too quickly.