“Where have you been, Katie?” His voice has a sour tone to it, I hope he can’t see the way he makes my face twist. I don’t like that tone. It reminds me too much of the last time he used that tone. Boy, did I get punished. Let’s just say, that tone was Evan’s naughty bedroom voice. But, right now, it only conveyed his general anger.
I reach out my hands to grasp his arms. I feel the smoothness of his leather jacket, the one I bought for him for Christmas two years ago. Out in the cold winter night he used to wrap it around me to calm my shivers. Several times I’ve faked a teeth chatter just to feel the warmth of his jacket, I love the way his scent clings to the material and clouds around me.
I have to clamp my teeth together to resist the urge as a shiver runs up my spine. The longing hits me. His entire being calls to mine - his scent, his heat, even the way the pads of his fingers burn through my layers of clothing.
I’ve missed him.
I don’t know what could have possessed me to throw away our relationship, and for what? A life of freedom? This whole experiment has made me question everything I thought about myself, about life too. What is life without love and happiness? Without my Evan.
It’s nothing. One not worth living at all.
“Will you come inside?” Whatever affects leftover from the alcohol in my system has suddenly worn off. I’m very aware of the way he’s making me feel, the desire that courses through my veins.
