Alex stepped out of his car and breathed in the warm night air. Ten years away, and the old neighborhood still smelled the same — fresh-cut grass mixed with barbecue smoke. He was here for Mike’s 50th birthday party. His best friend since college. The man who used to call him every week just to talk s**t and laugh.
The house was loud with music and laughter when he walked in. People hugged him, slapped his back, poured him a drink. But the moment he saw them, everything else faded.
Emma and Sophie.
Mike’s daughters. All grown up now.
Emma was twenty-two, curvy as hell, with full hips that swayed when she walked and breasts that strained against her tight black top. Her dark hair fell in messy waves, and those wild green eyes locked on him like she already knew every dirty thought in hi
