Andrew and Dave

Robert had always talked about Sharon — how incredible she was, how magnetic, how he was the luckiest man alive. Andrew and Dave had heard the stories enough times to imagine her in vivid detail, but nothing compared to the reality.

At the party, their eyes kept drifting to her — the way she laughed, the curve of her neck, the way her dress hugged her hips. The buzz of wine and warm lights loosened their tongues, and subtle double entendres slipped into their conversations with Robert.

Andrew caught Sharon’s gaze and winked. “You know, Robert’s always bragging about you. We’re starting to wonder if he’s been holding out on us.”

Dave laughed, elbowing Andrew. “Yeah, we might just have to see for ourselves.”

Sharon’s lips curled into a slow, mischievous smile.

As the night wore on, the party’s energy shifted. Andrew leaned in close to Sharon, whispering something that made her cheeks flush. Dave’s hand brushed her arm, light but deliberate. When Robert got up to talk to Jessica, the moment felt charged.

Andrew and Dave exchanged a glance, silent agreement passing between them.