Chapter 1: Whiskey and Chemistry

The vibrant rhythm of the music gradually relaxed her, making her more at ease with each note.

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Pete had a singular desire: whiskey. It was a loyal companion—silent yet attentive, always there when needed. A single glass suffices; its complex flavors and aromas can be savored for hours.

In a broad glass, he placed a small ice cube before pouring in the whiskey.

“Thank goodness the bartender got it right,” he mused to himself.

Without my dropper, I’ll rely on this little ice cube to do its job—melting steadily to dilute my drink.

Some people insist that whiskey should be enjoyed neat.

That's preposterous!

Those who hold that view are ignorant of the fact that the essence of whiskey's aroma and flavor stems from guaiacol molecules. When whiskey is diluted by just 27%, the concentration of guaiacol at the surface actually increases. This is why even a few drops of water can significantly alter the whiskey's profile.

But would mentioning guaiacol impress Mary? No, she'd probably think I'm a geek for even bringing it up. Mary certainly doesn't go for nerdy types.

Pete lifted the glass to his lips, allowing the fragrant vapors to fill his senses. He sipped slowly, letting it linger on his tongue before swallowing. The warmth spread through his throat like fire, igniting his senses.

He turned his gaze to the dance floor, where Mary had just stepped into the center and started to move.

At first hesitant, she gradually succumbed to the rhythm, her hips swaying as the music swelled.

Clad in high-waisted jeans that accentuated her figure, she appeared fierce and ready for anything.

As the song reached its peak, Mary tossed her hair back, her movements synchronized with the music.

Pete couldn’t shake the image of her on top of him, and honestly, he didn’t want to.

After her performance, Mary rejoined Linda on the dance floor.

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