When I finally stop shaking, Evan uses her mouth again timidly. Licking and soothing me with sweet kisses until my body fully relaxes around her.
Looking down, I find Evan resting her chin on the top of my bikini line. She’s all swollen lips and glassy eyes that have me questioning how even for a split second, let alone eighteen years, I didn’t want to eat her alive. I pat her cheek and thank her profusely with giggling smiles and gentle praises.
That was amazing, you’re amazing, nothing has ever felt that good. How did you do that so quickly? Very efficient. You should do that as your job. Not that you aren't good at teaching just—
Kissing my palm, Evan smiles to herself when I stop blubbering. She climbs up the bed and settles next to me, brushing her hand in lazy circles over my abdomen for what feels like forever.
“Evan?” I whisper into the darkened room.
“Hmm?”
“Thatreally wasincredible.”
She kisses the side of my chin and curls around me with a knee across my lap. “Good.”
I smile to myself. “I think I might be gay.”
“Based on recent events,” she teases, “I’d have to agree.”
“Does that bother you? That I’m so new to this? That I'm only figuring this out? I don’t really know it all yet but I know that I love this. I promise I’m not using you to—”
“Clara,” she interrupts firmly, “orgasms are supposed to be relaxing. So either go back to sleep or let me give you another one.”
“I donotthink my body could handle that.” I kiss her nose and tease her lips with a soft brush of mine.
“Then shush, please. M’sleeping,” she mumbles, curling her face against my neck. I’m lulled back to sleep by the sweet sounds of her contended breaths and heavy limbs across me— tethering me to the earth.
Chapter Twelve
Evan
November 30th
You’d have thought that I’d hit her grandmother with my car and set the bed on fire with the way Clara acted when my alarm went off this morning. Ishouldbe offended by the ease in which she threatened my life and the well-being of my phone but it was honestly adorable. She's too small to be actually scary. Plus, I’m so far gone for her it’s not even funny.
And it’sreallynot funny. It’s rather terrifying. Or, at least, it should be.
Clara has been the only remaining link between my old life and new for a decade and this could absolutely end in disaster.
However—and I’m not sure what’s come over me and will deny it if asked—I don’t foresee this ending badly. I actually have areallygood feeling that this could have been the first day waking up next to the love of my life.
Even if she wants to end me prematurely for getting out of bed and waking her before ten.
She’ll have to get used to it. Or, alternatively, I’ll have to get used to her threats.
I text her my goodbye, sneak back into the bedroom to leave a glass of water on the bedside table, and make my way out the door.
As soon as I arrive at school, I try to switch into work mode. I’ve always been good at that, switching on and off when necessary. However, when my students file in, it becomes blatantly clear I’m going to struggle to focus today.They’re also watching me a little too intently for my own comfort. Except, I can’t stop smiling.
"You're scaring me," Talia says, walking past my desk to the water fountain and side-eyeing me the whole way. "You're…" she studies me with a peaked brow, "happy."
"DidThe Bachelorettepremiere?" Another student, Carla, asks from the front row.
"No, that was last month." Michael pipes up from the back of the class. "This face is new. A different sort of happy."
I feel my cheeks redden, suddenly aware of twenty sets of eyes fixed on me. "I'm just really excited for our field trip next week."
A resounding declaration of huffed laughs,yeah rights,and sarcasticpleasesanswer me.
