Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Chapter 1O || Gift basket

;sometimes people aren't what you think they are, they're better

"Excuse me, Gents, but I'm gonna be stealing my girlfriend back now." I say, placing my hand on the small of Freya's back. "You've taken up enough of her time and I'm getting withdrawal symptoms."

KQ gives me a wink while knocking back his millionth shot, Jesse smirks, and Donovan waves a hand out. 

"Didn't realise Micah Simmons could have his girl stolen." Freya taunts, looking all kinds of hot and smug. "There's a new one to add to the did-not-know list."

My teammates all attempt to smother their laughs, but you know I caught the fuck on.

Donovan is the one who has the balls to let his laugh loose. "I like this girl, man. She's got a big pair of lady balls. Respect that shit." he chuckles out, then jerks his head backwards. "Go on, Simmons. Take your girl, and enjoy the party."

I fist bump the guys before leading Freya out of the kitchen and through the patio doors into the backyard.

The cool night air wraps around us, the party goers are still in full force, splashing around in the pool, playing card games in the corner, dancing all kinds of stupid to the music blasting from the outdoor speakers. It's like a whole other world out here.

Freya inhales a deep sigh and lazily looks up to the sky, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

She looks peaceful, at ease, beautiful.

When her eyes open, they're a little glossy, and when she exhales, her whole body deflates with it.

"You ever wondered why we meet the people we do?" she murmurs, staring up at the sky still.

I mean, no, not really, that's a little too deep my for mind, but since we're on the topic, why do we meet certain people? 

"You mean like me and you?" I ask, taking in her side profile and mentally slapping myself for how bad I want to bite her pretty little neck. 

Freya's gaze flits up to mine, searching my features before she finally nods. 

"I like to think that the people we meet are people who shape us." I admit. "I mean, if I hadn't met half the people I did, would I be who I am now?"

"And what do you think me coming into your life means?" she asks, stepping forward to stand directly in front of me, neck craned as she looks up. "Do you think I'll shape a part of you?"

"Definitely." I agree without hesitation. "You're already affecting me in a way I can't quite explain."

Aaannnd why the fuck did I just tell her that?