out of his car, I nearly fall on my face. He hurries over and grabs me and I fall into his arms instead.
“I guess I had more to drink than I thought.” I can feel my speech is still a little slurred because my lips feel like Jell-O.
What happens next shocks me and I’m rarely shocked. Evan lifts me into his arms and carries me to his doorstep. I think he’ll let me go when we get to the door but he somehow manages to unlock his condo and get us inside with me still in his arms.
He’s massive and I’m tiny, so to him I’m probably like carrying not much more than a large doll but just the thought of him wanting to make sure I’m safe and cared for makes my heart flutter a bit.
I nestle myself against his chest for a moment and he pulls me even closer. I breathe in his scent which is still vaguely like the cologne he wears, although much of it seems to have worn off throughout the day. I like the smell of him; it’s clean and masculine at the same time.
“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble. “I don’t deserve this.”
I don’t think he hears me, my voice is so muted against his solid chest until he says, “You’re probably right. But I still want to do it.”
Then he places a soft kiss on the top of my head which sends little shivers through my body.
“Are you cold?” he asks as we cross into the bedroom.
“A little,” I reply.
He places me carefully on his enormous bed. “Wait here,” he says as if I’m going to try and make a run for it at any moment. It’s probably not an irrational fear given my penchant for fucking and running, although I get the feeling I won’t be doing either of those things tonight.
Tonight is about something completely different. There is a part of Evan that is good. I know that. But he can also be as cold and cruel and calculating as I can. I think there’s also a part of him that is trying to do whatever it takes to make me fall for him.
And I hate that it’s totally working.
Evan returns with a huge glass of water, which he hands me, along with two aspirin. “Try to drink as much of the water as you can otherwise you’ll get dehydrated. Do you feel like having some toast?”
I shake my head. The thought of eating anything makes my already queasy stomach twist and roll in protest.
“One piece?” he asks again.
The toast seems really important to him, so I agree.
Before he exits again, he goes over to his dresser and removes a tee shirt and a pair of boxer shorts and hands them to me. “Put these on.”
I stare at his clothes for a moment wondering how they’ll fit.
“Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” he asks.
I look up at him and lift an eyebrow.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he says. “I’m just talking about helping you get changed. It wasn’t a come on.”
“I think I can handle it.”
“I’ll go make you some toast,” he states as he exits.
“One piece,” I remind him.
A few minutes later, I’m swimming in his clothes but I also like wearing them. They make me feel close to him and I kind of feel like I’m his.
Then I have to remind myself that I don’t want to be Evan’s girlfriend.
I want to be with Aaron.
Everything with Evan is temporary. Just for the day. Or just for the night. He knows it and I know it. But if that’s true, why do I have to keep reminding myself?
When Evan returns with the slice of toast, he gives me a little grin. “I love the way you look in my clothes. You’re tough as nails but still vulnerable.”
He sits down on the bed next to me and hands me the toast. I take a small bite but the piece gets stuck in my dry throat and I gag a little.
“Did you drink any water?” Evan asks as he grabs the still-full glass from the nightstand.
I shake my head.
Evan hands me the water and I take a small sip.
“Drink up,” he says. “Did you take the aspirin?”
I nod and take another bite of toast. This time it goes down a little easier. Evan gives me a kiss on the
“I guess I had more to drink than I thought.” I can feel my speech is still a little slurred because my lips feel like Jell-O.
What happens next shocks me and I’m rarely shocked. Evan lifts me into his arms and carries me to his doorstep. I think he’ll let me go when we get to the door but he somehow manages to unlock his condo and get us inside with me still in his arms.
He’s massive and I’m tiny, so to him I’m probably like carrying not much more than a large doll but just the thought of him wanting to make sure I’m safe and cared for makes my heart flutter a bit.
I nestle myself against his chest for a moment and he pulls me even closer. I breathe in his scent which is still vaguely like the cologne he wears, although much of it seems to have worn off throughout the day. I like the smell of him; it’s clean and masculine at the same time.
“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble. “I don’t deserve this.”
I don’t think he hears me, my voice is so muted against his solid chest until he says, “You’re probably right. But I still want to do it.”
Then he places a soft kiss on the top of my head which sends little shivers through my body.
“Are you cold?” he asks as we cross into the bedroom.
“A little,” I reply.
He places me carefully on his enormous bed. “Wait here,” he says as if I’m going to try and make a run for it at any moment. It’s probably not an irrational fear given my penchant for fucking and running, although I get the feeling I won’t be doing either of those things tonight.
Tonight is about something completely different. There is a part of Evan that is good. I know that. But he can also be as cold and cruel and calculating as I can. I think there’s also a part of him that is trying to do whatever it takes to make me fall for him.
And I hate that it’s totally working.
Evan returns with a huge glass of water, which he hands me, along with two aspirin. “Try to drink as much of the water as you can otherwise you’ll get dehydrated. Do you feel like having some toast?”
I shake my head. The thought of eating anything makes my already queasy stomach twist and roll in protest.
“One piece?” he asks again.
The toast seems really important to him, so I agree.
Before he exits again, he goes over to his dresser and removes a tee shirt and a pair of boxer shorts and hands them to me. “Put these on.”
I stare at his clothes for a moment wondering how they’ll fit.
“Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” he asks.
I look up at him and lift an eyebrow.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he says. “I’m just talking about helping you get changed. It wasn’t a come on.”
“I think I can handle it.”
“I’ll go make you some toast,” he states as he exits.
“One piece,” I remind him.
A few minutes later, I’m swimming in his clothes but I also like wearing them. They make me feel close to him and I kind of feel like I’m his.
Then I have to remind myself that I don’t want to be Evan’s girlfriend.
I want to be with Aaron.
Everything with Evan is temporary. Just for the day. Or just for the night. He knows it and I know it. But if that’s true, why do I have to keep reminding myself?
When Evan returns with the slice of toast, he gives me a little grin. “I love the way you look in my clothes. You’re tough as nails but still vulnerable.”
He sits down on the bed next to me and hands me the toast. I take a small bite but the piece gets stuck in my dry throat and I gag a little.
“Did you drink any water?” Evan asks as he grabs the still-full glass from the nightstand.
I shake my head.
Evan hands me the water and I take a small sip.
“Drink up,” he says. “Did you take the aspirin?”
I nod and take another bite of toast. This time it goes down a little easier. Evan gives me a kiss on the
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