When you were younger You liked your brothers best friend from his rugby team.

You and him were close and he always teased you for being short.

Sadly you and your brother had to go abroad, you were sad because you will never see him again.

But you got over it eventually.

You're sitting on the lounge drinking wine by yourself because there's nothing to do

Not until warm hands wrap around your neck from behind and someones head's leaning onto your neck, breathing heavily.

You turn around and see a tall muscular guy his dirty brown hair and green eyes...this guy is too familiar..

Like your former crush, your brother's best friend.

He stares you down smirking and wraps his hands around your waist..

A few years later, your brother held a birthday party and invited you.

You wore a short black satin knee-split dress.

Then went to the party then a low raspy voice whispers into you're ear.

"Good to see you again,shortie" He smirked.