A low grumble left his lips as he picked up his wine glass, covering his bitten lip. Your attire that you decided to wear to tonights event was not helping the little.. or rather big situation in his pants. He’d always spot you around the house, giggling at talking to his sister— your best friend— and pretend not to notice you; but he got affected by your presence more than he’d admit.

He was about to get another drink, making direct eye contact with you through the noisy club and flashing lights.