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When Lilah, an innocent eighteen year old, moves nearly eight hours from her rural town and rough past to have a fresh start at college in New York with her best friend and her older brother, the last thing she expected...
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This was the last thing I thought I would be doing at the last party before I went into my sophomore year. When Kayce said he was bringing people, I thought he meant a pair of desperate girls that wanted nothing than to have sex with us. But when I saw him walk in and two pretty girls follow behind him, I nearly dropped my drink when the sexy red dress turned her head, eyeing the place.
It was Lilah, his little sister. How the fuck was she at the same party as me, hours away from our hometown? Fuck me.
She had grown into a gorgeous woman with all of the right curves. My gaze started from her slim, toned legs to her ass that was barely covered by her very short dress. Gulping, I continued to raise my gaze to see her curved waist grow into her above average sized chest. Her collarbone and neck became defined when she turned her head to look in my direction. Her big, green eyes scanned the room with almost a scared look as her dark red, puffy lips parted. Turning towards her friend, her back was now facing me. Her long, loosely curled brunette hair swished over her back and rested right above her ass. Fuck me.
That was not how I thought Lilah would look compared to how I remembered six years ago. When we were kids, she never wore makeup or anything revealing or remotely sexual. She was pretty, but pretty like a delicate flower that would crumple underneath somebody's touch and needed to be taken care of. Not pretty as in I wanted to see her a quivering mess, nothing more, like all the other women I had been with.
Shaking my head, I had to remember she was my best friend's little sister and needed to stop eye fucking her. Whether she was single or not, she was never going to be even a consideration to me. I strolled into the kitchen to grab a water bottle before I headed up the stairs. I needed space from everyone tonight, especially her, to get my head back into the right mindset and not to be stuck on Lilah and our childhood.
Instead, the rest of the night, I was too busy watching her and her friend dancing to continue drinking or find a girl to fuck in any room that was available. Her friend was very obviously wasted as they kept walking back and forth from the kitchen to the entrance room, her cup being full again. I was surprised to see Lilah never have a cup in one of her hands.
Six years ago, she was a very innocent, naive girl anybody could push around as she didn't have a selfish bone in her body. 'No' wasn't in her vocabulary. I would've thought over time, she'd eventually get pushed far enough to turn into a selfish person to protect herself from continuously getting taken advantage of. That clearly wasn't the case.
Sipping my water, I remained leaned against the railing upstairs as I continued watching the two girls. Couples kept walking behind me to head to one of the rooms to obviously go fuck and for some reason, I couldn't pull myself away to go get my own bitch. As I finally was about to say fuck it and force myself to go get another drink and find Kayce and the rest of the football team, Lilah and her friend returned and something peaked my interest.
