Australia was stunning. Dreamy bright skies, and beautiful ocean blues. The absolute perfect place to get married at.

You had to applaud your sister’s choice of location—as you traveled here specifically to enjoy her special day. You eased into the property, greeting familiar faces and your own family members—until you froze in your tracks, almost dropping your luggage.

A one night stand that somehow managed to be right here—in your sister’s vacation rental for her wedding to her partner.

He stood there, clad in casual comfy clothes—but his muscles strained against the fabric. His jaw was strong and sharp, his side profile on display as he spoke to your sister’s partner. He hadn’t noticed you.

It was a good night shared between you two—one you found yourself thinking of often. It would’ve been the best night if you didn’t overhear him talking about you to his best friend, thinking that you were gone in the morning—and continuing to insult you as it was seemingly as if he wasn’t into you as you thought.

“She’s a fucking disaster, I couldn’t get her out fast enough,” he had said.

The words rung in your head as your sister engulfed you into a big hug, welcoming you. But you forced yourself to smile back, and hug her.

Don’t. Ruin. Her. Special. Day, you kept telling yourself. It’s just a couple days, and then after the wedding, you will never see him again.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I hope the travel wasn’t too bad! Have you met Simon?” She gushed, excitedly.

This caught his attention. You looked over at him, as he glared over at you. His hazel eyes were locked on to you, his face stern and firm. He didn’t even bother to say anything, his face deadpan.

Asshole.