I’d taken a few steps when I spotted Carl and Joe. I waved to them. That’s when I saw her.
Aspyn. Damn.
It took me a few seconds to realize I was staring. She didn’t look the same as in high school. It’d been 10 years. She looked better; not just a girl anymore, but a woman.
The black dress she wore showed a lot of cleavage and made it clear that her breasts had only gotten better over the years. She’d cut her dark hair, but I decided I liked it better short than long.
The dress wasn’t that long. Even though she was sitting with her legs crossed, it still gave me a peek of those creamy thighs. That, combined with those great tits of hers, awakened my slumbering lower half, and I hardened.
I sucked in a breath. This wasn’t high school, so I shouldn’t have been acting like a horny teen.
Soon, everyone at the table was waving, and I hurried over.
The gang had all come, Aspyn, Carl, Joe, Perri, and me. A weird feeling of déjà vu passed through me, and for a quick second, I felt young again and full of hope.
“Hey,” I managed to say.
“There’s my bro,” Carl said.
Joe eyed me. “You look different.”
I grinned. “You look the same.”
Perri and Carl laughed at that.
Aspyn smiled warmly at me.
I dropped into a seat beside her, and my gaze flicked to her hand. No wedding ring.
Damn it. Why did she have to be even more beautiful? The whole point was to show up and move on, not get sucked back into stupid teen crushes from 10 years ago.
“It’s good to see you again, Alex,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, you too. Y’all being together is kind of freaky.”
Aspyn grinned. “Well, now we’re all together.”
“Yeah,” Carl said, “the Fab—”
The glares from the other four of us shut him up right quick.
“So, y’all were already here, but I think I need a drink,” I said.
“I think we all need a drink,” Aspyn said.
“Now we’re talking.”
* * *
An hour later, we’d reviewed the greatest hits of our high school life. I won’t lie. Lots of good memories there. Unlike a lot of people, high school was good to me, thanks to Aspyn and the others. It was what came later that wasn’t as good.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Aspyn. Everything about her, her body, her smile, hell, even that damn strawberry scent from her shampoo kept calling to me. It was a good thing I spent most of that first hour sitting because my cock was straining against my slacks something fierce.
It was like the air crackled when I talked to her. Could it be one-sided? I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted to believe that when she smiled at my jokes or touched my hand, it meant something.
I needed to get it together. I wasn’t some confused kid in high school. I was a man, and I needed to make a move.
They say the Lord provides, and he certainly did that evening, because the music changed to a nice, slow song.