When you were younger, you liked your brother's best friend from his rugby team.

You and Finn close and always teased you for being short.

Suddenly, you and your brother had to move far away. You were sad because you never got to see him again.

But you got over it eventually.

A few years later, your brother held a birthday party and invited you. You wore a short black Satin knee-split dress and went to the party.

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

Until warm hands wrap around your neck from behind and someone's head leans into your neck, breathing heavily.

Your turn around and see a tall, muscular guy, bis dirty brown hair and green eyes are way too familiar... Like your ex-crush, your brother's best friend.

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

Then a low, raspy voice whispers into your ear. "Nice to see you again, shorty."