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Kevin’s POV – The Birthday Party
I saw them the second they walked in. Billy first, taller in the shoulders than I remembered, jaw set like he’d been practicing that exact expression in the mirror. Sara right beside him, fingers locked with his, dress simple but clinging in all the ways that used to make my pulse jump. They looked… solid. Like they’d survived a war and come out armored. I lifted my beer in their direction, slow, no smirk. Just a nod that said I see you. I’m not starting shit tonight.
Billy nodded back. Short. Civil.
Good. That was enough.
Luke had pulled me aside two days ago: “If you make this night about anything except my birthday, I will personally throw you out and kick your ass.
We clear?”
Crystal, I said.
So I stayed on my side of the room. Laughed at Jared’s dumb stories. Let Amanda shove a piece of cake in my hand. Kept my eyes mostly off Sara even though every cell in my body remembered exactly how she felt wrapped around me in that closet.
I watched them instead, the way you watch a movie you’re not sure has a happy ending.
• Billy never let go of her hand for the first hour. • Sara kept her body angled toward him like a shield. • When Jared ( drunk and stupid) tried to bring up “old times,” Sara shut it down with one quiet sentence: “We’re here for Luke. That’s the only story tonight.” Jared backed off fast.
I felt something I didn’t expect: respect. That night Luke pulled me into the kitchen for another beer.
“You good?” he asked, low.
“Yeah,” I said. “They look… happy. Or getting there.”
Luke studied me. “You really okay with that?”
I laughed under my breath. “I’m the asshole who fucked his girl in a closet, man. I don’t get to be anything but okay with it.”
Luke clapped my shoulder and left it at that.
I was leaning against the patio door when Sara appeared beside me. Alone. Billy was talking to Amanda by the cake, laughing at something she said.
She didn’t look at me right away.
“I just wanted to say it to your face,” she said quietly. “What happened that night: it wasn’t about you. It was about me being reckless and Billy and I not knowing how to talk about what we wanted. You were… convenient. That’s on me. Not on you.”
I nodded once. “Got it.”
She finally met my eyes. “We’re good now. Better than before, actually. So thank you for not making tonight weird.”
I gave her the smallest smile I could manage. “Happy for you, Sara. Both of you.” She looked surprised, like she’d expected a line, a smirk, anything but that.
Then she walked away.
I watched her slide back to Billy’s side, watched him automatically wrap an arm around her waist like it belonged there.
And for the first time since that night, I didn’t feel like the winner. I wanted that feeling again but I also knew it could potentially blow up our entire friendship dynamic.
I felt like the guy who accidentally lit the match, and somehow they’d built a better fire out of the ashes.
I finished my beer, set the bottle down, and decided tonight wasn’t about me at all.
It was about celebrating Luke, and about two people across the room proving that some things can break and still end up stronger.
The power I felt that night with Sara was intoxicating, addictive but I stayed on my side of the party even though I knew I wanted more.
They stayed on theirs at least for now.
More to come….
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