“Soooo? When’s the girl showing up?” Niall claps Jake on the back, hyping him up as he walks into the living room. We’re all gathered around, dressed and ready to pregame this party tonight.

“She’s on her way,” Jake replies, looking nervous. This’ll be the first time we’re meeting this girl he’s been talking to. They’re nothing serious yet, just a mild situationship, but he seems to like her a lot. We’ve literally never even seen a picture of her, so we’re sort of all on edge. Niall more than most.

I stand from the couch and walk to the fridge to grab a beer for myself. As I crack it open, the doorbell rings, signaling our visitor has arrived. Jake passes me as he heads for the door and I take back my seat on the couch. And when he reenters the room, there’s a girl on his arm. You.

Holy hell.

My eyes drag down your frame; from your hair that flows down your shoulders, the tight top you’re wearing, and those legs… God, those legs. You are the epitome of gorgeous. Like, out of this world, already half-hard just from looking at you, kind of gorgeous.

How in the world did Jake pull you?

It’s sounds kind of mean to say, but come on! He’s never had the best track record with girls, always bitching about getting left at parties when the rest of us whisk our suitors away. He’s…the funny friend! A cool guy, but… God, I’m an asshole, aren’t I?

Niall is the first up to introduce himself, like a puppy that was waiting for its owner to get home. The rest of the boys follow in suit, but I let myself be last. When I step up to you, you hold out your hand for me to shake like the others do. Those eyes of yours dip, assessing me in front of you. It makes my jeans tighten.

“I’m Harry.” I take your hand in mine and shake it casually. Your hand is soft and small in mine, and if this were a cliche romance movie, I’d say I feel sparks where our skin touches.

Our eyes meet again, hands not dropped yet, and I watch as your lips pop open ever so slightly to bring in more air. It’s sexy as all hell. And I think it confirms that I’m not crazy about this…attraction between us. In just the two minutes you’ve been here, I can bet we’ve both felt it.

I think Jake can feel it too, because he tugs on your waist and pulls you away with a, “Want a drink?”

My eyes follow your figure as you walk into the kitchen and my brain goes insane. Picturing the most lewd things possible with every step you take. In my head, I’ve got you on the counter, all to myself. Or maybe we could do it up against the fridge? Flashes of those hips bent over the counter with me behind you… Jesus.

I’d kill to bury my face between those thighs.

I shake off the thought. I have to be cool. I don’t want to be that guy. I wouldn’t do that to Jake. But watching you bend slightly to grab something off the counter makes me want to act the complete opposite.

No! Jake doesn’t deserve that. He deserves to have a girl like you for once. What a lucky fucking bastard.

When you two join us in the living room, you take a seat opposite of me—next to jake—on loveseat couch. Your legs cross and your skirt rides up. I have to take a sip of my drink to seem as causal as possible.

“Sorry, what was your name again?” I ask, just wanting to hear your voice.