BEAU (TheLarssonLegacy#1)

PROLOGUE

SIENNA

I have no idea how we got this drunk so quickly. A party to celebrate a friend's engagement gone wrong. Or right, depending on how you look at it.

My head is fuzzy from the fishbowl glass of pink gin I just helped to finish, and now my best friend is attempting to feed me more Tequila shots.

Is he crazy?

We've had enough.

I press my lips together, shaking my head when he falls towards me on a laugh. There isn't much space left on this tiny couch, but we're making it work.

"One more?" Beau asks cutely, pushing his nose deep into my cheek. "Jus...da...cheeky drink."

I laugh at the butchering he just gave that sentence. "I said no."

"Okay... more for me," he slurs, grinning at the glass like it's the best thing he's seen all day before tipping his head back and downing it in one.

I'm unsure if it's possible for a man to be as beautiful as Beau Larsson.

The piles of brown ringlet curls on his head are way too tempting not to play with in my drunken state. And they're so soft, too, like sandalwood-scented silk.

There's a thought...

"Sienna, sweetie?" Beau is saying, not even attempting to move me as I find my face buried in his mountains of curls. "Ivy wants us to pose for a picture."

I'm not usually a big drinker, and those fishbowl things sure are kicking my arse. "Huh?"

There's a soft laugh before I turn to spot his cousin standing across from us with her mobile phone in hand. I flash her a big grin, shuffling so I'm in Beau's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck so I don't end up toppling back.

"Perfect," Ivy says, pushing her long, auburn hair behind her ear as she studies the picture on her phone. "I'm sending it to you both."

Beau's mobile beeps from the arm of the couch, and when he gets eyes on the picture, he immediately uploads it onto Instagram, scrolling back to set it as his screensaver. It's things like this that give me hope. A stupid amount which is dangerous if I plan to keep him in my life.

"You okay?" He asks, lips too hot on my neck, holding me closer when I attempt to move off his knee. "I love you, Sienna."

The soft suction of his mouth on my neck is the most comforting feeling to me. Almost as comforting as the words he just uttered. And as I look down at his soft eyes, it becomes impossible to stop myself from kissing him.

My fingers wrap around the base of his neck as he drags us so we're sprawled out and kissing. There's a lot of noise surrounding us, but it all disappears when Beau slips his tongue into my mouth.

In all the years I have known him, there have been many times we slipped up. First kisses. Losing virginities. Drunk confessions. But it can never be more. I love him. So wholly, it breaks me, but risking what we have will never be an option.

Beau Larsson.

The name which holds so much power over me and everyone he meets. The guy is an enigma, even at such a young age. Destined for great things. I sometimes get a little starstruck around him—the anticipation of what he will achieve in life forever thrilling.

"Get a room, you two," a voice says as Beau stands from the sofa, guiding my legs around his waist so he can carry me upstairs. "You better use my guest room!"

That was his other cousin George shouting.

Our lips detach so he can say something witty back, attaching his lips back once he hits the second step. I bounce in his arms with his every movement, building the tension enough to hear his growl when he crashes into the bedroom and kicks the door closed.