My Name is NOT Cupcake

Inside the house was amazing. It looked like something off of MTV Cribs. It was made for parties. There was even a bar. People started filling in quickly. By the time the sun went down, the place was packed. It was a good thing we were far from the next resident, or there would have been a huge noise complaint. The house was throbbing with music. You could feel the base in your shoes and I loved it. I danced with Mason in between drinks. I was buzzed and feeling good.

Before this, I didn’t go to parties often because of my dad’s paranoia. He was always worried that something bad would happen to Nolan and me. I lived a restrained and boring life, but I was willing to for the sake of my father’s sanity. I don't know at what point, the room started getting stuffed and clammy, but I excused myself. Mason went to get me another beer as I made my way outside. I wasn't drunk enough to stumble, but if a rock was in my way, I wouldn't notice. I wandered into the tree line and touched the rough bark. All this time, I'd been missing out on all of this nature. It was truly stunning.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" a voice said from behind me. I turned quickly. The voice was deep and sweet, his voice made my toes curl, and his voice did his face justice. He was a gorgeous stranger. Only he was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, giving me a good view of his chest. I wanted to run my tongue over his abs. They were so pronounced. I could cut myself on his lightly stubbled jawline. He was... appetizing. His muscles rippled with his every movement. His body had smudges of dirt on his tan skin, but it looked good. His dark hair was disheveled. But what really caught my attention were his eyes. They were practically silver.

in my body was suddenly very aware of him.

heard Mason yell. I shook myself out of my haze and looked

I asked curiously.

the man answered, his voice was deep and thick, like you could cut it with a knife. He smirked, sending my heart