—Kayo

It was difficult having her body pressed up against me. She was a fully grown woman now with curves to prove it. Every time she spoke, I found myself wanting to kiss her full lips. With her every movement, I couldn't help but take in the jiggle of her ass and full breasts. Not to mention, she was just as beautiful as I remembered.

"No," she stated.

I cocked up a brow. "No?"

It wasn't like I asked many women to come home with me—just a few. Never in my life had I ever been told no.

"I have a boyfriend," she said, pulling away from me. She didn't fail to meet my eye as I searched for lies.

"Who?" I questioned.

"Um..." she stammered, looking off in the direction of her bottle girl friend. Once she looked away, I focused on her tits that we're spilling out of her shirt, begging me to bury my face in them. Fuck her boyfriend. Biting down on my lip, I forced myself to look into her eyes again as she turned toward me. She was flustered as she shifted her weight from one foot to another.

"You... you keep looking at me like that," she said. My brows came together.

The liquor was really starting to hit, especially as I smirked at her. "Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious. I wasn't aware that I was looking at her any type of way.

"Like..." she trailed off. I focused on her lips and could feel my cock twitching in my pants as it begged to slide in between her soft lips.

"Like that!" she exclaimed.

I chuckled, taking a step closer to her. She was so small and too fragile for a guy like me not to break her. Despite it all, there wasn't a bone in my body that wanted to back down.

"Your English has gotten so good," she said, trying her best to change the subject.

"How is your Russian?" I asked.

She nodded. "I never stopped learning."

Any sane man would've smiled, thinking that it was cute how she never gave up trying to communicate with me. However, I was far from sane. I blamed my insanity for why I grabbed her and forced her toward me. Her eyes searched through the depths of my own as they said the words I knew they had been holding onto the moment they met my own... you're not the boy I used to know.

"I told you I have a boyfriend," she said, her voice growing stern as she tried to pull away from me.

"Bullshit," I stated. "Tell me the truth."

"I just—I don't like this version of you. You're some fighter now? Some killer?" she questioned. I looked around the room to make sure no one heard her. "We used to be best friends. Now, you look at me like I'm some piece of meat you want to salvage. Then, you try taking me home with you like some cheap whore as if you didn't just bring your girlfriend here tonight. I'm sorry, Kayo, but I have more respect for myself than that," she let out fiercely.

I gave her body a good look. Letting my eyes scan from her head down to her feet "You sure don't look like it," I said.

Her lips parted in shock. I could see the hurt look in her eyes the moment the words left my mouth, and for a second, I did feel bad. A memory passed through my mind from when we were kids—only she could make me feel that way.

"Fuck you, Sasha. Fuck you," she told me. I caught the glassy look in her eye just before she turned away from me. I went to grab ahold of her wrist, but it was too late. The music had changed and people began to pack the dance floor again.

I had dreamed of seeing Evie again only about a hundred thousand times. I thought about everything I would tell her. I imagine the things I would do to her—with her. When I was little, I wanted to take her out to this park by my house and watch her gaze up at the stars, but while she did, I would be staring at her—waiting for the perfect moment to kiss her again. My best friend. If the younger me could see me now, he'd hate me.

As time passed, those fantasies faded. I let go of the idea of ever seeing my best friend again. Only I did end up seeing her again—even more beautiful than the first day I met her. And I was behaving like a horny idiot.

I headed straight for the bar where I ordered myself a drink. As I drank, I kept looking for Everleigh, but I couldn't find her. I quickly assumed to left, and I didn't really blame her.

As I drowned in self-pity, Sean sat down right next to me. "You got a fine piece of ass staring at you from the other side of the bar," Sean said. I didn't bother looking because I didn't really give a fuck. I wasn't in the mood.

"Damn, man," Sean laughed. He waved the bartender over for a drink. "This bottle girl messed you up like that?"

I glared at him.

"I know you're not much of a talker, but I'm curious. I saw her practically run out of here in tears, so humor me. What happened?" he asked. The bartended sat his drink down in front of him and went to go attend other costumers.

"Everleigh," I corrected him from his previous comment. I didn't like her being referred to as Bottle Girl probably as much as she didn't like me being referred to as Kayo.

"Right, Everleigh," he said.

"She was my first friend here in America. I met her when I was little and she helped me learn English and helped me catch up in school. She's the reason why I know so much now," I told him. I paused to finish my drink where I poured all the contents into my mouth just before putting the glass back down with a loud tink.

Sean hummed. "So you have history?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Damn," Sean said. "Did I ever tell you about my girl, Isabella?"

I shook my head back and forth. Everything was a bit hazy, and I knew I was close to drunk if it wasn't already there.

"I met her when I was seventeen in high school. She was this fine latina, but she didn't give me the time of day because she was a senior and I was a junior. Then, one night, we hung out and I promise you I fell in love. I think she did, too. Because after that day, she wanted to hang out all the time. She was my first. Then, she went to college and I haven't spoken to her sense," Sean explained. "She'd think I was bad ass if she could see me now."

I didn't know what to say, so I settled with silence. He seemed to be more comfortable with that as she continued to drink his drink.

"So, how did you make her run off?" he asked.

I involuntarily laughed. The liquor was getting to me. "I tried to fuck her."

"Oh," Sean said. We never once sat together to talk about shit like this. It was different and awkward for the both of us.

"See man, that's your problem. Have you ever taken a woman out on a date?" he asked. I thought about it, but it wasn't like I needed to think hard because I knew the answer was no.

"Been in a relationship?" he pressed on. No.

"Have you ever even flirted with someone?" he asked. Yes. "...and telling a girl to meet you at your place don't count." No.

"Girls like Everleigh want romance. They don't want to be a one-night-stand. You saw how she was literally blushing when I was flirting with her. That's what she wants. If you're trying to sleep with a girl like her, be less direct and just more flirtatious. Give it some time and maybe take her out or something. You'll be between her legs in no time," Sean advised.

He was right. She was always that kind of girl. She loved the little things—the details that nobody else noticed. I mostly wanted to scratch the itch she left. There was something enticing about her.

"Okay." I nodded. The only issue was getting her to speak to me again.

"My man!" Sean exclaimed. "Now, let's get you home before you start throwing up."

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