CrayvinGorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful, elegant.These are some of the words that swarm through me the second she walks out of the room in that black dress. Yet, all that I could manage to say to her was that she looked great too; and even with that, I struggled. The air has been knocked out of me, not allowing me to speak. That has never happened to me before.Cassandra is a damn knockout.I wonder if it is just my man brain fucking with me. I am not used to being just friends with a woman. If they were my friends, then that title usually included with benefits. I also haven't been with anyone since Patricia, so maybe I'm just horny.When we arrived at the Japanese restaurant for dinner, we are escorted by the hostess to a separate room behind red curtains. Tarra had made reservations for Cassandra's birthday so we have a secluded teppan grill.Tarra and Miles sit down first, and before Cassandra could take a seat I pull ou

Cassandra When I woke up this morning, I wasn't in my comfortable bed. I was on a couch, and not in my hotel room. Sitting up, I lean back and groan, pressing my hand to the side of my banging head.Seriously, it is as if someone is up there playing the drums.I look down and notice I am still wearing my clothes from last night. To my relief, my sister walks out of the hotel bedroom, ridding any worries I had that I may have been in a stranger's room."Tarra?" My voice is as dry as the desert."Good morning, sunshine. We are packing up and getting ready to go in about thirty minutes."I rise from the couch slowly, feeling nauseous beyond comprehension. "What happened last night? Why did I sleep in here?""You got drunk and said you didn't want to go up to motorboat dude's room, and Crayvin left early with your key card, so Miles and I just took you back here," she explains.I remember Crayvin leaving, but the d

CrayvinAs Cassandra stands by the front door waiting for me, Tarra hops out of Miles' truck to approach me. With a pointed look, her eyes serious, she says, "I don't know what is going on with you and my sister, but I do know how you were looking at her this weekend. She had the chance to sleep with a good looking man and get over your douche of a friend, but she didn't. In fact, she looked happier hanging out with you. You brought a smile to her face that I hadn't seen in a very long time, and for that I am grateful. However, I also saw how that smile vanished when she told me you slept with your Uber driver."She looks towards Cassandra and back to me again, sighing.Her tone lowers significantly when she says, "Whether you admit it to me or not, I know you have feelings for her, Crayvin. That is as obvious as the sunburn I received this weekend. But, if you hurt her again, I will castrate you. I am a nurse after all, so I am pretty good with med

CassandraI kissed Crayvin. Crayvin Smith kissed me.Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit.If this would have happened seven years ago, my little heart would have burst right out of my chest. Heck, even now -seven years later- it affected me more than I care to admit. My brain couldn't think coherently with his lips on mine. His tantalizing assault was too darn distracting. The heat had risen from my toes to my chest, my cheeks too. When Tarra and Miles had come back to pick me up, I took one glance in the mirror and saw how flushed and disheveled I looked.Tarra didn't appear as surprised as I had thought she would be when I had told her exactly what happened. She did insist on hearing every little fragment of detail though, worrying to the degree he did something that was sure to cost him his balls. Secretly, I think she was hoping she was going to be able to do a jock punch on him. Ever since she watched What Happens in Vegas, she has been waiting fo

Crayvin I look over to Tarra as she slowly nods her head and sighs. Dropping her shoulders she stands up and my eyes drift over to Cassandra walking back towards us and I rise from my seat as well."That hour was only a glimpse of what Cassandra went through for months," Tarra says in a hushed tone. Her words don't sound mean when she says them, but more like... hurt?With a knowing look, her words cut through me like glass. My throat burned with guilt as I tried to swallow back the lump that forms.Cassandra returns, giving me a curious look. "Well, we should get going. Tarra and I are going to get ready for Jax’s tonight. Still going?"My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to look at it. I have a missed call and a text, both from Drew.Drew: Hey man, got a minute? I wanted to talk with you. I need my friend right now.Me: Yeah, sure, dude. Come to my house in twenty.I slide my phone back into