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He loved the noise, the crowds and the feeling of the city that never slept; he thrived on it. But to each their own, as their father used to say.
Pulling up to the driveway, he turned off the radio and got out of the car where he could already hear the laughter and music drifting from the backyard, making him smile.
Since Will had moved to New York only a few weeks before, the only person he really knew was his sister, so he was actually looking forward to meeting some new people with the same interests as him and maybe even making a new friend in the process.
He never had a lot of friends, not even back in LA, and in recent years, even that small number had dropped to a handful.
He used to have a best friend, the person who he had shared everything with and for whom he would have done just about anything, but that particular story did not end well. So, for a long time, Will was satisfied with casual acquaintances and nothing more, but lately, he felt the urge to move on and heal which was one of the reasons why he had moved to New York.
Looking around as he made his way around the house, he had to admit that Meg had a point; the place was beautiful. He could see the appeal, but still not enough to convert, of course.
Stepping into the backyard, he saw around twenty people mingling around while eating and drinking while the rest were already in the pool, playing around and laughing.
He finally spotted Meg tending the grill with a tough-looking guy by her side while drinking beer and talking, but as he looked around, he couldn’t find the one person he so desperately wanted to see.
Maybe Aria was late; he tried to console himself as he made his way through the lawn.
“Hey sis. Nice house.” he said once he was in Meg’s earshot making his sister smiled widely as soon as she saw him.
“Hey! You are here, where there are people and conversations. I am proud of you, big bro!” Meg said and immediately ducked down when Will went to hit her at the back of her head.
“Oh, shut up, you menace, and introduce me to your friend. Hi, I am Will, this idiot’s older brother.” he said, shaking the tattooed guy’s hand.
“Nice to finally meet you, Will. My name is Nate. I am the idiot’s best friend and the silent partner in the Club.” the guy said and smiled.
Will suddenly remembered Meg talking about her best friend, the brilliant trauma surgeon, a few times and he barely managed to hide his surprise. The tattooed, pierced man in front of him was not how he had envisioned him at all.
“Oh, so you are the trauma surgeon?”
“Yup.”
“Are you a part of our little eternal bachelors Club, or do you have a partner?” Will asked him after Meg gave him a beer, and watched as Nate shook his head.
“I have, her name is Nura, and we recently started living together. She is one crazy little thing, but that’s why I love her.” Nate said and winked and they all laughed.
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bsp; “Did you bring her with you? I want to meet this little spitfire you two talk so fondly about.”
“Sure, um, there she is, the brunette currently screaming in the pool.” Nate snorted and pointed with his finger toward the girl in question.
Will turned around and once he saw her, he realized that Nate was right; the girl was a piece of work. She was screaming and jumping around while laughing like a lunatic. From where Will was standing it looked like Nura was trying to convince someone to join her and that’s when he saw Aria.
She was sitting on a beanbag near the pool, partially hidden from view by a few rose bushes, in black shorts and a white t-shirt that showed off her toned little body and made Will almost moan out loud.
He saw Nura telling her something while she nodded a few times and then started making her way over to the bar.
This is my chance, he thought as he quickly excused himself and hurried in the same direction. He stopped when he was behind her, with only a few inches separating them and felt the girl freeze, obviously sensing him. He then leaned forward and whispered in her ear,
“Hello, Aria.”
The Invitation
She didn’t have to turn around to know who was behind her because she could have recognized that smell anywhere; William Jones.
The feeling of him pressed against her back, so close without actually touching her, with his hot breath tickling Aria’s ear and neck and the smell of the same expensive cologne that Will wore the last time they were this close, all made her feel like she was intoxicated. And then she heard him whisper, “Hello, Aria.”, and almost moaned at the sound of her name on his lips.
Even though she didn’t want it, his voice alone affected her more than she thought possible.
