I brought Evan over last night to give him some space from his house. With all those freshly cracked open memories of his dad, he seems exhausted by the onslaught of emotion. When we got back here, he crawled into bed and slept like a baby in my arms.
I left him napping still while I left for class this morning. Since I don’t have tennis practice, I get back to the house early. I let myself in and call Evan’s name, walking around the first floor, panic rising when he doesn’t answer. I head upstairs, checking my room first. He’s still in bed. He opens his eyes when he hears me come in.
“Were you still asleep?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“No, I just lay here for a bit.”
I run my good hand over his shaved head, rememberingthat nice, blond hair he used to have when we were kids. Try not to focus on the bruises under his eyes and the new cut healing on his top lip.
He looks up at me and our eyes meet. My chest feels so tight I can barely breathe.
“What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”
“I just love you so much.”
He blinks at me with those blue eyes and my heart thuds in my chest. I want him to say it back, but I tell myself it’s hard for him, and I don’t need him to, not right now.
“Come ‘ere.”
I shake my head, tracing my thumb over the pattern his freckles make on his cheeks.
“No?”
I smile. “Make me,” I say, moving my thumb over his lips.Fuck,I love these lips. No one on earth has lips like Evan. Just looking at them causes the pit of my stomach to fizz.
He pulls me by the arm, careful not to bump my cast, until I’m on top of him.
“Made you,” he says with a soft smile.
I hold his face in my good hand so I can control the kiss. Brushing my lips slowly and gently over his. He clamps his mouth shut and I lean back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Does my breath stink?”
“No, it doesn’t. And I wouldn’t care if it did.”
I brush my lips against his again, coaxing him slowly to open up. Finally, he gives in, his body sagging and letting go. He sighs into my mouth as our tongues meet and I grind my hips automatically against his.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I whisper into his mouth.
He sighs and closeshis eyes.
“I love you.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he says.
I kiss him again, feeling his hands roam over my back down to my ass.
He flips us over, rips the blanket from between us and throws it to the floor. He’s half naked, in nothing but some Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
“Are these mine?” I ask, amused.
“Yeah. Take this off.” He tugs at my polo, helping me pull it off over my head.
“You don’t have to be careful with me, you know? My arm doesn’t hurt at all, and the cast keeps it safe.”
He drops his gaze, tracing a finger over the hard surface of the cast. “I know. I just fucking hate that you got hurt. Wish I could get them back for you.”
