Toxic. We all know the one. That one toxic ex-boyfriend we know is no good for us. That one toxic ex-boyfriend that we keep going back to even when we shouldn't. That one guy who knows how to please you like no other.

That one guy you keep thinking about even though you know he's bad for you. That one guy even though it's never worked out. Always hoping for a change. Always wanting things to get better between you two.

You try and you try and you try again. On. Off. On. Off. The relationship never sticking. Despite loving one another, you two could never seem to make it work out. So one day you let go. You don't come back.

He tries and he tries to contact you and for your sanity, for your peace of mind, for your well-being, you block him on everything.

You were young. So was he. No one really knew what love was. No one really knew how to keep a relationship or what to do in one. He came from a broken home. His mother died. He often lashed out due to having to grow up so early and so soon.

She was the rebellious child living in the shadow of her brother. Often overlooked by her peers and elders. Often not being taken seriously.

They were two people never meant to fall in love. Two people never meant to even meet one another or cross paths. They did in their youth. Bonding over family. Bonding over loss and growing up too soon.

They spent many nights just talking. Talking about heaven. Talking about earth. Talking about burning the world if they could. Gravitating, gravitating towards one another. Not only in mind, but eventually in body.

In body did they gravitate. Endless nights spent with one another. Moans whispered in the dark. Claws against the skin of a bare back. Sweat. Arousal. The sounds of wet bodies. Of a thick hard cock filling her in ways she didn't know she could be filled. The feeling of being full. Overwhelmed. A dark body wrapped around him, long arms pulling him in, legs wrapped around his waist. Her body squeezing. Her wet pussy squeezing. Him being hopeless lost and drowning into her. Whispers of sentiment. Whispers of love and forever. Were they meant? Those words whispered in the dark?

He had a way with women. Many women. It made him feel needed. Made him feel wanted. It didn't matter if she was his favorite. He still had women. He still ran the streets. Buying and selling things that he should not. Getting into trouble with the law. Often ignoring her and acting tough in front of his friends. Neglecting her and pushing her away.

She tried. She tried. But there was no changing him. Not even her love so she gave up, let go and went away.

It's funny how people change. How they grow older. Wiser. More experienced. Often one reflects on the past. Thinking about what was. What could've been. Sometimes it's useless to think of such things and Shuri didn't. Or at least tried not to.

She moved away. Moved out of town and moved on with her life. Leaving the bad boy, the memories and her small town behind.

Now she was a successful businesswoman. Almost everyone knew her name. She did a lot of charity work helping organizations with her profits.

Tonight was a charity ball. All the proceeds were to go to building Wakanda outreach centers in various parts of the country.

Shuri looked around at the crowded ball room. Many people were in suits and dresses. All the faces were a blur. People would greet her and smile. She would shake their hands or give them hugs. It all felt empty. Like no one really knew her. She felt alone. She felt isolated. Yet she continued to smile whenever someone came her way.

Shuri was standing at a bar drinking from a champagne glass when she got a tap on the shoulder.

A friend and coworker, a lady with blonde hair and blue eyes tapped her on the shoulder and smiled. Shuri turned around, greeting her with a smile and a side hug while stilling holding her bubbling glass. The woman gently reached out and took Shuri's hand, guiding her across the room.

"Shuri? I want you to meet someone. He's a friend and new in town." The friend said.

The woman walked her over to a man that was standing with his back toward them. He was wearing a dark blue velvet suit with black pants and nice black shoes. His hair was dark and neatly cut. The woman gently tapped his arm and he turned around to face them.

Shuri gasped and one could hear the champagne glass crash and break onto the floor below. He stared into her wide brown eyes. Her brown eyes gazed back at him. They were both silent. Stunned. None of them moving. None of them breathing.

The blonde haired woman looked back-and-forth between them both in confusion by their reaction.

"Do you guys know one another?" She questioned curiously.

Namor was the first to speak. His voice smooth, deeper, unlike how Shuri remembered it from their youth. It was more sexy.

"We actually go way back. I knew her growing up." He said as he glance away from her briefly and to the woman who asked. By then, helpers had came to the sound of the crash and were using cloths to clean up the mess.

The woman looked from Namor towards Shuri with a smile, excited about the new information she just heard.

"Well, that's amazing. I had no idea! And here I was trying to introduce you to my friend here who knows this town very well and could show you around. But you two already know one another. I don't have to do introductions then. I'm going to mingle." She said and with that, she excused herself.

Shuri still hadn't moved. She still hadn't spoken a word.

He was her first love. Maybe even only love. There were relationships after him. Guys after him. But none of them were him. None of them made her feel like he did. So to see him standing in front of her once more, aged beautifully, tall, muscular, handsome, filled out, she didn't know what to say.

Namor was in awe. There was no girl like her. No like her. No one since her. Brilliant. Smart. Breathtakingly beautiful. Even now. More so now. Back then, he knew her as a teen. A skinny thing. Barely a woman but still so beautiful.

If marriage had crossed his mind back then, she would have been the one. She would have been the one to grow old with, have kids with…..

His eyes slowly looked her over from head to toe taking in the softness of her curves..

…to make love to.

He had ruined it. He was a skinny kid. A thug. A teen with a grudge against the world. He didn't care about anyone or anything in it. He wanted to watch the world burn and blamed it for taking away his mother.

He eventually left that small town. Found his own way but at what cost?

The cost was in front of him. The cost still looking at him wide eyed and unspeaking.

"Would you like to get some air?" He asked after no furthre reaction from her still.

Shuri blinked and nodded her head yes. He gently placed his hand to her lower back and guided her to the exit. Her body seemed to float, to move numbly of it's own volition. It was as if Shuri had seen a ghost and she couldn't make sense of it all.

Upon reaching a secluded rooftop terrace, Shuri leaned against a rail and let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding. Her pulse had quickened. Her body felt hot. There was a throbbing in between her legs that she couldn't quite identify. A feeling she was very unfamiliar with. Namor gently rubbed soothing circles against her back.

"I'm sorry to have surprised you. I wanted to see you. I know it's been years but I….." Namor paused and placed his hands upon the rail next to her and looked at the city rooftop view. He turned his head and looked at her stunning side profile. Even not facing him, she was gorgeous.

"I just couldn't stop thinking about you. Wondering how you were. Wondering if you were ok." He said softly.

Namor watched as Shuri straighten and tilted her had back. Her eyes were closed and he realized what was happening. Tears were forming in her eyes. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to do more than just touch her. He wanted to take her into his arms. He wanted to wipe her tears away. He wanted to kiss her. So bad he wanted to kiss her.

Was she taken? Was she married? Could he? He quickly looked down at her hands and didn't notice a ring. His eyes moved back to her face who was now looking at him. Looking at him as if she were in pain. His mouth spoke before his brain had time to catch up.

"I never stopped loving you." He whispered. Namor took a step closer, closing the space and distance between them.

She was looking up at him now, standing face to face, chest to chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. He was looking at her so intensely. She was frozen in place. Shuri could feel his arm wrap around her waist. She could feel him pull her even more closer to his body.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

"Tell me you don't love me, that you don't think about us and you'll never see me again." He said to her.

Shuri was still processing what was happening. Namor. After years, Namor, here in front of her. Holding her. Talking to her. Why was he…..

She felt cool lips press against hers. He took her moan of surprise to seize the opportunity and slide his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her mouth moved as if it had a mind of it's own, kissing him back, meeting his energy. The only thing on her mind was…

"What is going on?"

Her mind instantly started thinking of the past.