Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180901193753/@comment-35674737-20180901220450

"Hey Brandon, I'm sorry I'm late." Lana forced a chuckle, her body was somewhat slouched, and even though she was more than willingly to enter my home, her face had this concerned look.

She probably thought I forgot about her. She was wrong—very wrong. Even if she's now a hulking beast that could rip a car in half, she is still the same little Lana that I remember. A few tears poured out my eyes as I choked the words. "It's so good to have you again Lana." Peeling my head away, and having to avoid her breasts so I can see her face, I asked. "Why'd you come back?"

She grimaced at that, shit. I didn't want to say that. "Brandon, we promised we would meet. Not only that, how could I forget a kiss like the one you gave?"

"Yeah, but what, what happened while I was gone?"

She had a grin creep up on her lips, instead of the tensed smile she plastered, this was natural. "I got my father to twist some arms. I finally found you after so long."

It felt as if it was a dream, something I could never, ever expect to happen to me. "Lana, do you wanna stay? Catch up on what happened?"

She pulled me closer, "I'd love to."