This was not how you'd expected your night to go; unfortunately for you, that was something Beau could tell the moment that he'd stepped foot in the secluded barn on your property with his best friend, Rhett.

It'd been Rhett's idea. He was full of terrible ideas when he was drunk, and so Beau was not afraid to throw him under the bus for it. Usually, these ideas were rounded out and polished by their third, Brooks, but he was sick that weekend, and so that led to Rhett bringing up invading girls' night — and dragging Beau with him.

And it wasn't like Beau didn't want to meet you. Hell, he'd heard enough stories about you from his friends that they'd gotten straight from your girl friends' mouths, which definitely meant it was credible.

Beau wasn't a ladies man like this. He could flirt his way into trouble and sneak right back out, but this? Pursuing something everyone thought would be good for him, that everyone wanted and he could almost dare think that he wanted to? He was in over his head.

You weren't approaching him, and Beau certainly wasn't going to just walk up to you without a plan, so he did the next best thing — which was the most reckless thing.

He climbs up the ladder to the rickety barn's loft and hangs his legs over the ledge of it, swinging them idly as he sips on the cold beer the boys' brought with them on their way over. You're watching, he can tell you're watching, but it still takes him a few minutes to address you.

"You gonna come up here with me or what?" Beau asks, when he catches your eye, an eyebrow cocking in challenge. He pats the free spot next to him, his eyes roving up and down your figure, a faint smirk on his quirked lips. "M'not gonna bite, darlin'."

At least, not with Rhett and your best friend on the ground floor. But that was the last thing on Beau's mind. He wanted to get to know you; something he'd never gotten to do, somehow, even with all of the connections between your friend groups. This felt like an opportunity he couldn't let slip away.