Kiss Me Before You Go · Y/n story by @Narii

The frat house was packed, bodies pressed together in the dim, beer-scented heat. Music thumped through the floorboards, vibrating the red plastic cup dangling from Wesley Owens’s fingers. He was lounging against the arm of a worn leather couch, flanked by Ryan Miles and James Odin, watching the party swirl around them like a predictable tide.

James Odin

That’s the third girl you’ve flirted with tonight.

James nodded toward a blonde across the room who was, for the fourth time in ten minutes, sneaking a glance in Wesley’s direction.

Wesley Owens

Fourth. takes a lazy sip It’s not hard. Say the right things, smile a little—works every time.

Ryan Miles

snorts You’re so full of it.

Wesley Owens

Oh yeah?

Ryan rolled his eyes, then scanned the crowded living room. His gaze landed on the kitchen doorway, where the light was slightly brighter and the crowd thinned just enough to see three figures standing near the counter.

Ryan Miles

Fine. Let’s test that.

He nodded toward the kitchen. Wesley followed his look and spotted you. You were standing with two friends, one with short blonde hair, the other with long black, all of you talking quietly. You looked… focused. Unaware of the party’s current. Completely unfamiliar.

Ryan Miles

Her. You’ve got until she leaves to get a kiss.

Wesley Owens

huffs a laugh That’s it?

Ryan Miles

That’s it.

Wesley’s smile didn’t falter. He set his cup down on the cluttered coffee table, pushed off the couch, and shouldered his way through the crowd with the easy confidence of someone who owned every room he walked into. Up close, you looked even more out of place—not awkward, just… elsewhere. Your attention was on your friends, not the noise around you. Wesley stepped into the space beside you, flashed the smile that usually made girls forget their own names, and turned on the charm.