Everly‘s POV

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Brian’s whispered words were low and husky and made my insides tingle. I knew just what his mouth and hands - damn, all of him could do to me, with me, for me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

The funny thing was, I never thought of myself as sexy or anything, I thought I looked alright, thought my body had some parts with a little too much, on other parts a little too less, but with Brian, I didn’t think about that at all, because he made me feel sexy, he made me feel like I was the center of the attention and that’s why I smiled and answered him honestly. “I think I might now”

“Good” Brian murmured, his eyes moving back up to mine, hunger and something else written in them that I couldn’t quite put to words or maybe was afraid to. “But I don’t think you know” He wetted his lips “just how fucking long I have thought you were.”

“What?” I looked at him stunned, he did what? He meant what? I frowned a little but Brian soon continued.

“The sexiest, most fucking beautiful woman, I had ever laid eyes on.” Brian admitted finally, whispering the words in my ears still, making my heart flutter against my chest.

“Then tell me” I whispered back and waited for Brian’s next words. Was this another game from him, or was this the truth? Had I mistaken him so bad? Hadn’t I seen the signs? Or had I just not wanted to see them…?!

“Tell me your first memory of me” I said a smile coming over my face wanting to hear what Brian would say about our first meeting.

Brian broke into a gorgeous smile. “Honestly? It’s not that romantic because it was through a text. Chris was pretty pleased with himself so he sent me some pictures of the girl he was seeing. I’ll admit my reaction was to call him and ask where the fuck he had found you.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Really now. What picture was it?” I never knew from this, was both a little embarrassed and amused at the same time.

“Just a shot of you sitting across from him at a restaurant. It was summer and it was outside. You were wearing a dress that was… actually pretty… similar material to this,” Brian said, thumbing the edge of my bikini bottom, his fingers unknowingly teasing the hell out of me.

With a little groan, he laughed to himself. “And something about your smile told me Chris didn’t fucking deserve you, but that was probably irrational. And it was probably just me being annoyed by how smug he was over you.”

“I bet,” I rolled my eyes, wondering if half of Chris motivation to date me came from the fact that he knew Brian liked the way I looked. But I didn’t wonder for long because I genuinely didn’t give much of a shit about my relationship with Chris anymore. I was surprised by how little nostalgia I felt for him despite Brian’s trip down memory lane.

“Well, what about the first memory you have of meeting me in person?” I asked. Thinking about the first meeting where Chris took me to see the band he was playing in, I had been so nervous.

“You don’t remember?” Brian asked and if I wouldn’t know Brian this good I thought his cheeks were getting a little red from embarrassment.

“At the band meeting-” I started but Brian shook his head.

“Considering how insanely pissed off you were, you should remember our first meeting better.”

I frowned, trying hard to sort through my memories but I couldn’t come up with the first time I had met Brian face to face, of the other band members before.And why would I have been pissed?!

“Alright, don’t hurt yourself,” he said catching my hand before I could smack him.

“It was at Chris birthday party years ago. You asked him to let you into his apartment and give you the day so you could clean for him and set the place up all nice for whatever dinner you were cooking. You wanted him to stay out with his friends till eight so you had time to get everything perfect. But I, and to my defense, the other boys got him shitfaced by six-thirty, so he wound up needing to go home and pass out for a little before mustering up the energy to eat whatever meal you had just slaved over. It was…” His laugh sounded almost nervous. “Bad. Really fucking bad. I still remember how you looked at me when I carried him into the apartment, and that was the first day we ever met.”

My eyes widened “Oh my god” My mouth hung open as I suddenly remembered the day I had probably pushed from my memory out of pure rage. Chris and I hadn’t been together long, hadn’t lived together, I hadn’t met his family or friends yet, but wanted to make this special for us, it had been his first birthday since we came together.

I had spent a week researching recipes, I had done everything, prepared everything, had planned it out to perfection. I barely slept the night before because I was so excited to create this masterpiece of an evening for Chris, but he wound up staggering drunk into the apartment, sleeping through dinner and waking up around midnight to stuff some of the food I made in hours of work into his mouth before going back to bed and throwing it up an hour later.

“Oh…my god.” I breathed, letting the memory sink in. “I’m getting so pissed off just thinking about it again!” I laughed in disbelief, smacking Brian repeatedly. “I’m sorry!” Brian dodged me with a giant grin.

Brian’s POV

“I didn’t realize you had all that planned for him. He didn’t tell me. And look I was pretty drunk myself, I was the one carrying him in, because the other already left and fucked me over, you know how they are…” I sighed, remembering when I walked into the apartment what I had first seen.

“But even while I was drunk, I could tell when I walked into the apartment and saw you that were way too fucking good for him. I had never seen his place that clean and I had never smelled food that incredible so yeah, definitely the one time in my life I felt jealous of Chris.” I admitted finally.

Eve looked at me and her mouth opened and closed, then she hid her face behind her hands “My hair was a mess. I remember I was sweating and I was covered in flour and lemon juice and probably a bunch of other stuff.”

“Yeah, well,” I laughed with a grin “You still looked better than anything I had ever laid my eyes on in my life and I selfishly fucking wanted you right away.” I slipped my hands around Eve’s waist and pulled her even closer. “I think I had ten fantasies about how to steal you from Chris before you even told me your name,” I muttered, rubbing my jaw as I smirked at her.

“It was pretty rough, but it was getting easier, when Chris started distancing himself from us – the band.” I saw Eve frown.

“Why?”

“Because he wasn’t with us on all tours, which meant you weren’t with us all the time. Sure, it sucked not seeing my friend as much as before, but the bright side effect was that I did prefer to forget about you. Knowing you were off limits, pretend that you didn’t exist and there wasn’t something out there that I couldn’t have. And most of the time I could do that just fine. I didn’t think about you every day, I promise you that. But then the random nights when I did… when I thought about you and what I knew about you, how good you were to Chris… it would fucking hurt.”

Eve looked at me, she seemed completely caught off guard from all this. I knew she had no idea, or pretended to have it. I tried to hide my affection for her good, liked I said it mostly worked out just fine, but… I could just never forget her.

Her small fingers wandered over my collarbone, exploring then further down on my chest, her eyes moving along with her fingers, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

“I have a feeling I know what you would do when it was late at night and you felt down.” Eve’s voice was low barely audible.

“You are not wrong about it either,” I answered her honestly “Felt good at the time though. At least I thought it did. But I am realizing now how much more you feel when you are with someone you have wanted for awhile. Every touch or kiss or just the way she looks at you – it feels nice with any pretty girl, but with the one you have been fantasizing about for years, it is like a fucking high” My hands moved onto Eve’s body, my fingers travelling over her thighs, down her knees and back up.

“It starts to become an addiction and all you can think about anymore is when you will see her next. All the things you want to find out about her – what she looks like happy or sad, how she laughs when she is nervous. What sounds she will make when you touch her a certain way.”

Eve swallowed and I grinned. “I-I can relate.” Eve finally said her voice also husky, bedroom voice I would call it. “To that curiosity… just wanting nonstop to discover more”

I moved my lips to her throat, not touching yet, but almost when she spoke again “She is a lucky girl,” I heard the smile in her voice when she said that. “Any chance I know her?”

I leaned back and my lips moved up “I’d say so”

With that I moved my lips to hers a slow and sweet kiss first, testing and touching, when she gasped I let my tongue slip in, meeting hers, dancing with hers and making me want her so much more right now.

But then we both found ourselves doused by two giant splashes of water.

“Get a room!” Val’s eyes twinkled impishly as she clung to the edge of the pool laughing with Matt and several other members of my band and crew. “Seriously, you have a room, so use it. Like… now!”

As Val wiggled her eyebrows, Eve plucked the pineapple slice from her drink and chucked it at her. “I’ll do what I want to do when I want to do it.” Eve shot back, while Val huffed out “Fine!” splashing at us a final time, before swimming away.

Eve stood up to wring out her wet hair and gave me a full view of her beautiful and barely clad body, with small water droplets running down her curves.

“Christ” I knew I stared, but I couldn’t help it. “Eve, you look fucking…” I cursed not able to get more words out.
“I’ll do anything if you let me take you to our room right now.”

Eve smiled. “Why? Your permission to touch me ends once we get back to our room. Remember?”

I frowned “I hate that game. I don’t want to play it anymore.”

“I do.” She grinned as I pulled her on her waist back to me. I let my tongue flick over her skin. “You are fucking twisted”I smirked against the underside of her jaw, she drove me crazy, made me wild, could make me laugh and tortured me, why the hell was she so fucking perfect for me?!

Notes

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