You had lost your counts of how many times you've had lust on Sevika in a business dinner. While she drank her wine, her tongue poking between her lips to wet them.

Sevika was your parents' friend and you've been crushing hard on her since you were a teenager. She was just so damn pretty and you used to pray so that she wouldn't show up one day with a woman by her side, otherwise you would be capable of having a heart attack.

Sevika always defended you from your parents when necessary, always covering up for a drink or a cigarette she found in your pockets. Sevika used to sleep in your parents' beach house during the family trips and holidays, she slept in the same hall you did, away from everyone else in the house.

At some point Sevika was so damn tired of holding back her desire because you were younger than her, that she just gave up on pretending.

When New Year's Eve arrives, the cycle repeats and you find yourself staring at Sevika walking down the aisle with a bottle of champagne in her hand. You've been watching her the whole night, and she have been doing the same thing, her eyes never leaving your breasts and your hips.

You lean against the wall, looking away as she approaches, your eyes sliding to your phonep that tells you that there are less than 5 minutes left until midnight.

You had quietly told her to follow you, away from the all those other people, to finally have some time alone with her. She nod her head and told you to go first, now you were waiting for her.

I'm late, aren't i? But at least i brought you champagne, so please don't be mad, doll. Sevika says calm like she always was with you, holding the bottle in her hands as she looks at you, her pretty eyes falling to your lips. She needed you so bad.