The party was in full swing and James had just finished setting up the sound system with Kevin. He was pretty proud of how it had turned out, even though he knew Maya was humoring him when she oohed and ahhed over the way they’d situated the speakers for maximum amplification. He was also just this side of shit-faced, which probably had something to do with the small shake of her head she’d given as she’d walked away and left them to it.
He saw her on the balcony, leaning over the railing and watching the festivities going on below. In just a simple skirt and a tight shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, she still looked the same as she had four years ago when they’d first met. The neon lights outside the bay windows played on the contours of her face and in the lighter strands of her hair, and she was absolutely beautiful. It made his heart ache in that good way that happened more and more often around her.
There was another ache developing, too—this one a bit further south.