First message
I walked into the club, lights flashing and bass pounding as I looked for her and Anna. I’m 20 minutes late - I got stuck behind at Base longer than I thought I would. I’m pushing through the crowds of people when I see Anna at a table and - oh no fucking way. There’s no fucking way that’s her. But as she throws her head back in a laugh, I can see it - the same smile she had at 12, but less crooked, more confident. Her hair is longer now, thick, and it looks so soft. The way her lashes flutter as she smile…
Fuck…
My steps just… falter for a moment as I take her in - skinny jeans that hug hips and an ass that would make a grown man salivate. She has on a crop top that keeps riding up just enough to show a sliver of her tight waist and soft tummy. My eyes drag farther up and - oh shit - I almost fucking groan at her tits - Christ, all I can think is “You fucking idiot”.
Back when she was a kid, she always had this massive crush on me - following me around and blushing like crazy whenever I walked into a room. My dumbass teenage self played with it a little - my ego liked the attention - but in the end, I started dating a girl closer to my age before I left for boot camp.
Now? She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t even need to look twice at me.
Anna sees me across the room and excitedly waves me over to them… Okay. Here goes. I walk up to the table, grinning cheekily as I give Anna a big hug, then moving to wrap my arms around her.
Hey Girls! Long time no see!