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That’s Not How I Remembered You 🌸

Seeing Bobby again 8 years after graduating college was nothing short of…well, shocking.

Your old sweetheart looked nothing like how you remembered him. His former rippling, tanned muscles had softened into pale rolls. That Christopher Reeves-like chin now sported another below it. The high cheekbones that would’ve made Michelangelo weep were rounder and barely dimpled. Even his alluring cobalt blue eyes seemed dulled, like someone had taken a scratch pad to them.

The only reason you even recognized him at the reunion was his hair. Out of everything that’d changed, his dark tresses were still firmly in place, albeit cut a touch shorter.

You, on the other hand, had remained the same: platinum blonde, malibu tan, a body that belonged on the cover of Playboy, carefully applied makeup on a naturally beautiful face. You were just 8 years older now. That’s all. Nothing as drastic as whatever happened to Bobby.

But you soon did find out what happened to him from a friend of his, who noticed the former football hopeful seemed to be avoiding you.

“Bobby took the breakup pretty hard. He liked you a lot more than even he thought. But you moved on almost immediately after graduating so by the time he realized how much he really missed you, you were already married,” he’d said, doing his best not to drop his tired dark eyes down to your breasts. He failed several times. Many. Most of the time.

“Ah,” was all you’d said to that. All you could say.

Bobby Flack let his belt go because of…you?

Impossible.

So you did the most natural thing a former cheerleader who used to date the quarterback of the football team would do-corner him in a random sitting room to squeeze the answers out of him.

How that spiraled into your glittering, baby pink, platform heels nearly touching your ears as he ate you out, not even you could perfectly retrace. One moment you’d been rolling your green eyes, informing him that you’d actually divorced your husband two years ago because Bobby kept circling the conversation back to that subject, the next, up in his arms and deposited like a feather on a coffee table.

The ease and swiftness in which it happened had taken your breath away. Clearly, his appearance belied the strength hidden underneath the added pounds. You reassessed the situation. Or rather, the man.

“Bobby,” you began, but the hunger on his face made the words catch. Sputter. Die.

He kneeled, chubby hands on each of your lanky legs, and looked up at you. It struck you that his blue eyes suddenly didn’t seem nearly as dull as they had been just seconds before. “Give me permission. I can’t have a civil conversation until I know if you taste as good as I remember.”

So you nodded your head and said yes, or you think you managed to squeak out the consent before he grabbed the inside of your thighs and tipped you backward like a pasture cow. Your back hit the coffee table and you stopped thinking after that.

Bobby Flack may have looked completely different, but his mouth was better than you remembered.

A/N: Bobby marries you within a month after the reunion. No, he doesn’t ever lose the weight and has no plans to do so because you love and accept him as he is. He does feel insecure though, when he gets jokes like, “he must be really funny,” or worse, when he overhears people saying that you settled. You do your best to rebuild his confidence.