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Evelyn.” He massaged the shampoo into my wet hair, kneading and sculpting dextrously into my scalp. It felt orgasmic and so relaxing. My eyes closed on their own, relishing in his touch. Whilst I was relaxing, I caught what music was suddenly playing in the background.
    “Ed Sheeran?” I questioned him, fully surprised, as he once insultingly told me he didn’t know who he was. The song “Lego House” was playing, and I sensed his smirk as he brought up the showerhead to rinse off the shampoo.
    “I was curious.”
    “And?”
    “And, he’s brilliant.”
    I smirked contentedly and nudged him. “I told you.”
    Our bath was peaceful. Content I was, until he told me he was going to wash me.
    “No.” My answer was harsh as I spun around to face him, causing the water to overflow the bath. “Please. Would you leave me?”
    He clenched his jaw, and his eyes looked angry. “I’ll make us something to eat,” he said coldly as he left the bath. He aggressively pulled a white towel around his lean waist and stormed out of the bathroom, cursing as he closed the door behind him. My sigh was deep and exhausted as I rubbed my hands over my face. Could I hide from him forever?
    I dried myself with a white, fluffy towel, quickly did my hair with another and brushed it, leaving it wet. I slipped on the coral baby-doll and made my way over to the mirror. The colour looked good against my light olive skin, and the silk clung to my curves perfectly. It was sexy. Yes. Parks had good taste.
    Sheepishly walking into the kitchen, I soon saw Parks placing something into the oven, still dressed in only a towel. Wow. A man cooking for me and wrapped in a towel from the waist down had definitely been a dream of mine at one point.
    “You didn’t have to cook for me.” I didn’t want him going to any trouble for me. He turned around, still wearing that sexy sulk. I knew he had a scolding ready on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw me standing in the baby-doll, his face lit up pleasantly.
    “Jesus,” he rumbled, his eyes rolling down the length of my body. He turned off the oven and padded over to me, barefoot and brilliant. “I didn’t think my cock could strain any more, but you’ve just proved me wrong.” As he approached me, I took a step back, and he stopped immediately. “Why won’t you let me see your body, Evelyn?”
    The air felt like it’d been punched out of my lungs from that simple question alone. It was a big enough impact to make me feel breathless, light-headed, and hollow all at once. “What?” I acted casual, but Parks wasn’t stupid.
    “Did you think I was withholding stripping you naked just because you told me no? I knew you were uncomfortable getting naked, so I obeyed your wishes, but now I want to know why you are continuously keeping the very thing that I crave away from me.”
    I wrapped my arms around my waist and began mounting the stairs to his bedroom. “It’s nothing. Leave it.” I found his bedroom and headed into the middle of the room.
    “Evelyn.” Parks had followed me, and his tone was stern and demanding, stopping my feet from moving. I closed my eyes with my back to him, but I felt him nearing. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, pressing a tender kiss to my neck. “Let me see.”
    I felt the oxygen that my lungs needed wearing thin. It felt like my chest was caving in. Every single beat my heart gave felt heavier, and blood rushed through my ears, my cheeks and face. “I shouldn’t be here,” I protested, rushing over to my clothes and gathering them to leave, causing a panic to swipe through Parks.
    “Don’t go,” he pleaded. “I know you’re running because you’re afraid to want this, and so am I. But I’m staying and I’m begging you not to run this time.”
    I looked around his bedroom tiredly, then towards the man who was making me want him far more than I thought I would. He was right, I was afraid to want him. Afraid of being happy because