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“So y’all were pretty in love once upon a time, huh?”

Bellamy chuckles.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I smile, looking at Nate.

I’m starting to think neither one of us ever stopped.

“There’s Willow.” Bellamy waves to the much smaller but equally gorgeous Outlaw walking into the VIP.

She immediately hugs her brother, and I smile at their exchange.

“Nola, close your mouth,” Bellamy teases. “I know she’s hot as sin, but Nate will not approve of your playboy ways when it comes to his baby sis.”

Nola looks from Bellamy to me, confusion all over his face.

“Wait, that’s Nate’s little sister? The one still in high school?”

I nod. “Yep. She’s most likely coming here next year.”

He watches closely as Nate introduces her to Maverick and drags his hand down his face like he’s awestruck over Willow.It’s cute seeing him like this.

My focus drifts from them to Nate. The smile on his face and the look of promise in his eyes have my stomach dipping and clenching all at once.

Knowing Willow will be in good hands, and we’ll see her again in the morning, I mouth to Nate, “Can we go?”

He nods without pause.

I’ve missed this man more than I let myself admit until tonight, and now I want him to consume every part of me again.

Eighteen

Nate opens the door to his ensuite bathroom. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to go warm us up some Hot Pockets for old times’ sake. Pizza or ham and cheese?”

I side-eye him playfully. “What do you think?”

He smiles and tugs his cum-coated shirt off, throwing it in the dirty clothes and answers, “Ham and cheese.”

Biting my lip at the sight of his broad shoulders and ripped body, I nod and close the door behind me. Even with two years apart, it's amazing how much we still remember about each other.

I use the bathroom and wash the smudged mascara off my face. My panties are soaked from the club, so I slip them off and lay them on the side of his tub. There’s no way I was keeping them on for long anyway with how needy I’m feeling.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I still can’t believe what we did in the club earlier. It was so fucking hot and the fact he came in his pants gave me a confidence I didn’t even know I was lacking.

But as I step out of the bathroom, I find myself nervous with anticipation. I slide my Air Forces off beside his football bag. Something catches my eye, and I bend down to examine what appears to be my scrunchie he stole the other day when he showed up at Phil and Tiffany’s. He has it tied to his bag like a trophy, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it. When he took it from me, it brought back so many memories. Sixteen-year-old me loved being the center of his world.

I hear the microwave beeping downstairs, and I contemplate going down there with him, but a journal on his desk captures my attention next. I don’t even attempt to justify me invading his privacy. I immediately snoop, knowing this must be where the letters he has left me come from.I open the page to where the ribbon is placed.

Freshmen Year- May 7th

Last night felt so wrong. I’ve never wanted to take back a night in my life so bad.

Well, maybe one other, but the truth would have eventually come out, ruining us anyway.

I thought it would be different. I thought I’d feel relief or satisfaction, at the very least. Instead, I feel fucking ashamed and disgusted. I tried staying present in the moment and enjoying the touch of someone other than my own hand for the first time in almost a year.

In the beginning, the alcohol was enough to take over my senses, but I’ll never forget the moment herbrown eyes opened, and they weren’t blue. It hit me like a tidal wave.

So, I closed my eyes and pictured her. Blue eyes, blonde hair, gloss on her lips, my BB. And when it was over and I opened my eyes again, reality slapped me in the face.

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