Anna's POV

I didn’t know how long I stared at Hannah’s plane until it disappeared out of sight. I spun around feeling hungry and bought some French fries and soda and ate them before deciding to head home when I crashed into someone.

Someone, strong. He smelled nice, yummy, all male.

I looked up to see a familiar face. Even though I was drunk I would never forget those burning green eyes. That sharp jawline and the pitch black dark hair.

“It’s you, the guy from the party” I said and his lips twitched slightly as if he was trying hard not to smile.

“Hello Vixen” he said, his deep...