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against his, my eyes half-closed. West is watching me, enjoying the sight of me writhing under his touch.
    “Want to get out of here?” he whispers roughly.
    He knows he has me. I nod, only half-aware of my actions at this point. God, that didn’t take long. Though for me, this hookup has been over eight years in the making. West’s dark eyes hold mine as he brings his hand to his mouth and licks my wetness off his fingers. My mouth drops open in shock at the sight.
    I feel wobbly as I rise to my feet, and a little lightheaded. I grab my purse from the table and West stands up behind me. I turn around expectantly and he takes my face in his hands. He leans over me and places a tender kiss on my lips, surprising me. He leans back, his hand still on my face, and runs his thumb over my lower lips. His brows furrow ever-so-slightly.
    “There’s something so familiar about you...” he murmurs.
    But he quickly shakes off his puzzlement and takes my hand, leading me away. We step through the curtains and into the crowd. The place is super crowded now, and it takes a little while to move through everyone, even with West’s intimidating demeanor.
    As I emerge from the haze of pleasure I’ve been in, I start to really think about what I’m doing. I’m about to have sex with West . I mean, I’ve dreamed about what this would be like for years. Seriously, years.
    But a worrying realization hits me. Is West taking me back to where he lives, to the home he shares with my brother? Where I just stashed my bags? Stick probably won’t be home yet, right? No—this has to work. I can’t be this close to finally having sex with West and have it not work out.
    Just as I’m think I’m finally going to experience the fantasy, West drops my hand. He’s signaling to someone at the front of the bar. I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach as I try to peer around West’s enormous frame.
    “Stick!” he yells, confirming my worst fears. Fuck. You’ve got to be kidding me.
    I immediately bring my hand to my hair, desperately smoothing it down. I take a deep breath, trying to hide any evidence of my recent activities from my appearance. Now is really not the time for Stick to have one of his overprotective freak outs.
    I see my brother approaching us, weaving through the people between him and West. He glances toward me briefly, then does such a classic double-take that I would think it were fake if didn’t know otherwise.
    “Olive!?” he shouts excitedly, beginning to push his way towards us. I see West freeze in front of me. Oh dear.
    Stick blows by West and picks me up in a huge bear hug lifting me completely off the ground. He’s still as skinny as always, but tall and strong all the same. I shriek and burst out laughing. He finally drops me on the ground and I punch him hard on the arm, adjusting my hair from where he’s mussed it up again. He reaches out and rubs his hand quickly over my scalp, messing it up worse than before. My older brother hasn’t changed much.
    “Stop! You jerk!” I yell at him, laughing in spite of my annoyance. He still treats me like I’m eight.
    West turns to face me, studying my face. “Tiny?” he asks in disbelief.
    “No one calls me that anymore,” I deadpan, arching an eyebrow at him.
    “You didn’t recognize her?” Stick asks innocently, clapping West on the shoulder.
    “You know, it’s so weird,” West says, his eyes piercing mine. “We were just talking for a minute, and I thought she looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. You look...different, Olive.”
    I clear my throat. “Do I?” I ask, smiling at him.
    “Very,” he adds accusingly.
    “She’s probably grown a foot since the last time you saw her,” Stick chimes in. “So wait, what the fuck? I thought I was supposed to pick you up tomorrow morning at the airport.”
    “Well, I already had all my stuff ready to go, so I thought I’d get an earlier flight and surprise you.” I tell him. “When I