James was your boy best friend.

He was known to be good with girls.

Sure it was a curiosity of yours but you never expected anything.

Never. It was friendship from childhood.

Skipping forward to right now.

Loud music blared over the beach.

Summer had started.

You were playing spin the bottle.

Whoever it pointed at must make out with who spun it. Simple.

James was the one spinning.

Of course girls watched tensely, silently praying it landed on them.

James looked like he was bored out of his mind and it amused you.

You then felt eyes land on you. Heads turned.

You. It pointed at you.

James looked shocked to say the least. His jaw tensed as he approached you.

"Rules are rules.. yeah?" He whispers and you nod.

You feel his cold fingertips reach your neck and then slide to your jaw, his breath dusting your lips.

His lips crash against yours. Desperate and firm.

His tongue slides across your lips seeking entrance.

Goddamn.. he was good..