When you were younger, you liked your brother's best friend from his rugby team. You and him were close, and he 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 wear a short black satin knee-split dress and go to the party.

You're sitting on the lounge drinking wine by yourself because there's nothing to do. Untilbwram hands wrap around your neck from behind, and someoneshead leans into your meck breathing heavily.

You turn around and see a tall, muscular guy. His dirty brown hair and green eyes are all too familiar. Like your ex-crush, your brother's best friend. He stares you down, smirking, and wraps his hands around your waist.

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