“Okay. Well…I guess…I guess there’s nothing else to say. So, I won’t take up anymore of your time.” She’s standing up and getting her bag from the seat before hanging it on her shoulder.
All I can do is watch her, the fear of losing her increasing. Closing up on me, like a hand around my throat.
A big part of me, the nineteen-year-old part of me, wants to beg her to stay.
She moves out from behind the table. She stops beside me.
I look up at her.
“I am sorry, Adam,” she whispers. “I’m ten years’ worth of sorry. I just wish…”
She bites her lip. I see the glisten of tears in her eyes. My heart twists painfully.
“I wish we’d had a chance.”
I catch sight of the tears falling down her cheeks before she’s gone and out the door.
In my mind, I’m chasing her out of there and demanding to know why she’s so upset, wanting to know what she meant by wishing that we’d had a chance. I would force her to tell me why she ended that chance, why she really left, and then I’d beg her to stay.
But in reality, my ass is still planted firmly on the seat, exactly where it should be.
Why would I beg her to stay when she fucked me over so badly?
She was the one who abandoned me. She went against our marriage vows.
She’s done the right thing by starting divorce proceedings.
My head knows. My head agrees.
I wonder why the fuck I didn’t do it myself the moment after I’d told her that we were still married.
My heart—that’s why.
He’s hanging on to the past.
Seems the little fucker has decided to come back to life after all these years, and he wants to have an opinion.
And my heart…he wants Evie—no matter what, no matter the cost.
My heart has always wanted her.
I just can’t let my heart win this time.
I’m thinking with my head all the way.
And my head says, Divorce.
It’s Sunday, and Evie’s finished work for the day. It’s raining out, so we’re staying home and watching movies, but none that have been made by my family’s studio.
We have popcorn, chips, and soda, and we are halfway through our first film, cuddled up on the sofa. We’re watching American Pie. Evie’s never seen it before.
She snuggles closer, sliding her hand over my stomach. My muscles instantly tense.
She lets out a content sigh. “It’s official. I am the comfiest I’ve ever been. You make for a great pillow. I’m never moving again.”
“Works for me.” I drop a kiss to the top of her head.
“Jesus, you two are like a Hallmark card, and I don’t mean that in a complimentary way,” Max grumbles.
I turn my head to see him walking in from the kitchen, a can of soda in his hand.
Evie lifts her head from my chest and looks at him. “Aw, Max, just think, this could be you one day, in a Hallmark card all of your own,” Evie teases.
“Fuck no!” He frowns at her. “No fucking way is that shit happening to me.”
Evie starts to laugh.
She and Max get along great, and that makes me happy. Well, she makes me happy all the time.
And she’s making me happy right now while she’s laughing. I can feel the vibration of her laughter through her hips, which are pressed up nicely against my cock. Of course, my cock responds in the way he always does around Evie.
He gets hard.
I know the second she feels my erection. Her body stiffens, and she slowly moves her eyes to mine.
We silently stare at each other, the air thickening all around us.
A flush rises in her cheeks, lust filling her eyes as they flicker down to my lips.
“So…I’m feeling kind of tired,” Evie says, giving a fake yawn. “Wanna go take a nap?”
I know the last thing she wants to do is nap. She wants to fool around. And I am totally on board with that.
“I could take a nap,” I say casually, aware that Max is still here.
Evie and I haven’t had sex yet, but we’ve done everything else. Honestly, I don’t care that I’m not having sex. I’m getting plenty of blow jobs, and that’s not something to scoff at. Blow jobs from Evie are nothing short of amazing.
Everything she does is amazing.
I’m crazy about her.