I must have just missed you at your room
This house is too big
I’ll be right there
This house is big, thankfully. I would have been caught in our house. I sigh and look up as the bathroom door opens. Damon leans against the doorframe and watches me.
“Mom’s on her way to check on me.” I put my phone down on my desk and meet his gaze.
A rush of heat flows through me. My pussy throbs at the promise in his eyes.
“Come to bed after.” He steps back and closes the bathroom door.
I shake off the desire and open the hallway door. Sitting at my desk, I try to focus a little on homework while I wait for my mom. I don’t have to wait long though.
Mom walks in and takes a seat on the edge of my bed. “I feel like I could walk all over this house looking for you and still miss you. How was your day?”
I smile. “The house is a lot bigger than we’re used to. My day was good.”
And I didn’t get caught fucking the Devil’s trio. So score.
Mom glances at the bathroom. “How is this working for you? Are you guys getting along? The bathroom hasn’t been an issue?”
My cheeks heat when I think of how well we’re sharing the space. “We’re doing fine.”
Mom nods and looks at my closet. “Do you need any more clothes? I wasn’t sure what all you needed.”
“I’m good. Honest, Mom. I don’t need more clothes. My hand is doing much better.” I walk over and sit next to her on the bed. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m taken care of.”
She reaches over and takes my uninjured hand in hers. “I’m supposed to worry about you, Evan.”
“Everything is good. The accident—” I hold up my hand, “was unfortunate, but it’s healing. Just the same grind as last year. Classes, rehearsals, productions...”
Fucking my three boyfriends. I keep my face neutral as that thought floats into my head.
“Well, if you need me, I’m here.” Mom smiles and squeezes my hand. “You might have to text me to find me though.”
“I will.”
Cam
I meet Evan after her first period class to walk her to Mr. Ridgeway’s classroom. I give her a small red paper flower, and her eyes light up. She twirls it between her fingers as we walk down the hallway.
“You don’t have to keep doing this, Cam.” She glances at me with soft eyes. “I really appreciate it.”
“I like doing it, goody.” I take her wrist to avoid hurting her bandaged hand. I don’t tell her that as long as she continues to light up that way, I’ll bring them to her every day for the rest of our lives. Maybe she’ll grow tired of it in a few weeks or a year or maybe never. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life figuring out what makes her happy.
“I love them. So thank you.” She smiles, so open and so in love with me that my heart nearly bursts.
When we walk into the classroom, I wrap my arm around her shoulders to keep her close as we head to our seats. This is the class we share with Chase. He’s been quiet since the rose incident. Maybe he can tell we’re on edge and it isn’t a good time to push. Maybe he’s not as stupid as we thought.
Or maybe he’s actually worried Evan got hurt. I’d rather forget the fucker exists at all, but he’s kind of present at school and in Evan’s play. Makes him hard to ignore.
I guide her to her seat and set her backpack next to her. When I lean down, she lifts her face up to mine. My lips curve against hers at the brief kiss. I love having her for a girlfriend.
When I lift my head, her cheeks are flushed pink.
I take my seat and glance in Chase’s direction. When I look at him, he looks away like I caught him watching her. Is he still planning on making a play to win her back? He can’t be that stupid.
