𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

27

Miguel Raffetò POV

"Congratulations man. I'm so fucking proud of you." Clasping my best friend on the back at his engagement party was kind of a full circle moment.

Gone were the days where we were the three amigos who thought love was for pussies.

And I can't say I miss them.

Because he we all are, all grown up (kinda) with one of us a fiancé.

I feel like a fucking proud father.

"Alright, less of the mushy stuff. I got enough of that from my mother." Romeo batted my hands away but me and Z both didn't miss the way his eyes glossed over when he tugged us into a bro hug the next second.

"We're so happy for you man." Zero quietly said over his shoulder, emotion evident in his voice. "You got a keeper that's for sure."

"He sure did. Now let me have my man back please."

We split from our true brotherly embrace to find Pollie standing with the biggest grin on her face.

Seconds later and she was in Romeo's - sorry, her fiancés arms.

Romeo held her from behind as she cupped her hands around his forearms. They were too damn sweet.

Shedding more tears and more hugs for Miss P, my eyes couldn't help but wander over to the girl currently surrounded by a small group in the corner.

Fuck. Etta was so beautiful.

What happened in the bathroom made our relationship blossom into something stronger, and whilst tonight started out a little worrisome, after hearing her confide in me I felt her soul open up to mine.

I don't know why the hell she would ever think I'd judge her for something like her virginity, but then again she seems to have an absolute asshole of an ex.

But no, her insecurities pained me because I hated to think she felt like that. I meant every word of comfort I said to her in that room, and I just hope that she continues reaching out her hand.

Because I'm here for her, whether she likes it or not.

"So...Got anything to share with the group Guel?"

The question came from Pollie and I found myself having to tear my gaze away from the black haired beauty.

Etts was talking to a few of Pollie's newish girlfriends that she's made in the past year or so. I'm proud missy p has finally come out of her little shell.

"Hm?" I asked, when I realised I hadn't actually heard the question.

Pollie chuckled before she sipped on her champagne. "How's it going with you and my new bestie?"

I rolled my eyes and playfully glared at her. Etta and Pollie had been texting since they met on Wednesday. I love that they're growing a friendship but at the same time, I can't stop from wanting to selfishly keep Etts to myself just a little longer.

"It's good." Was all I was willing to answer.

Zero shoulder bumped me. "Come on bro, you gotta give us more than that."