Nope, one is enough.I can predict what she’s going to ask me.Some version of the questions that all the women I date ask:What’s wrong with you that you can’t commit to a relationship?Did a girlfriend hurt you?Aren’t you worried that you’ll end up alone and lonely?
Evie watches me intently.In the glow of my bedside lamp, her eyes are emerald-green.
Go for it,I urge, running through my repertoire of stock excuses, since the truth is something that keeps changing.At first, I didn’t want a girlfriend because of trust issues, then because I had too much going on around school and hockey.Now it’s because I need to be free once I graduate.
Maybe they’re all excuses anyway.For someone so obsessed with understanding the motivation of others, I’m not very introspective.Besides, the more unsatisfactory my answer, the greater the chance we’ll break up soon.
Her eyes are fixed on mine.Where in Ukraine does your grandmother live?
At first, I’m so taken aback by her question, I can’t even answer.This is the last question I would have predicted.It has nothing to do with relationships.
Horodok.That’s near Lviv,I reply, wondering if that’s enough information.
Evie nods, as if she has the full geography of the country memorized.And maybe she does.Then I panic, wondering exactly why she wants to know.
Wait, you’re not going to get your dad to locate her or anything, are you?My words tumble over each other.
She cocks her head.Why would I do that?She’s not missing, is she?
No, but why would you want to know that?
I know how much you worry about her.So I wondered how close she is to the war zones.But since she’s in a relatively safe area, you must be worrying about power outages and how she’s getting along as the weather gets colder.
Hearing my true worries articulated by someone else is a complete shock.Evie’s kindness breaks me.Almost the first thing that she said to me wasCan I help you?There have been so many times I’ve almost confided in her, but now I’m ready.
I practically tackle Evie, pulling her onto the bed on top of me.
She reaches back to unclip her hair; it falls around her face and tickles my cheek.
Have I told you how beautiful you are?I ask.
She smiles.Not in the past half hour.
I lift a hand and cup her cheek, letting my thumb trace her soft mouth.She nips at my thumb and then licks it.My beautiful, sexy girl.
I already know exactly how I want to make love to her: gently and sweetly.No games tonight—all I want is to bury myself in her heat and feel her pleasure as she comes.I start to unbutton her blouse, and Evie matches my actions, pulling off my sweater and jeans.In no time, we’re both naked.I always want to fuck Evie, but right now I want to have sex so we can get to that intimate time afterwards.Something about sex takes down the fences I erect around myself.
I kiss her and run my hands over the hot skin of her shoulders, her back, and her rounded ass.She shudders against my touch.Naked Evie is my favourite Evie.
Sit up.I position Evie on my stomach, legs spread.Then I hold her by the hips and drag her centre over my hard cock back and forth until she groans with the sensations.I blindly reach for the lube and messily apply it to her pussy.Evie is accustomed to the size of my cock now, so maybe we could skip the lube, but she loves this step, practically coming as soon as her clit is touched.
Once the condom is on, I hold up my stiff cock and Evie slowly sinks down on me.There’s this moment when we both tense and then surrender to the feeling of being joined so fully.I rock my hips so I can enjoy the friction as she starts to move.Her lifts are shallow, like she needs me deep inside her at all times.
My thumb pulls out the wetness that’s a mix of lube and Evie, and I circle her clit as she bucks against the sensation.
Oh, Viktor,she breathes, half plea and half praise.She throws back her head.Oh god.I’m coming.
As she comes, I lift my hips and thrust harder into her.I watch her face, the beautiful flush of her orgasm sweeping over her.I thrust up hard as I come too, then fall back on the bed with Evie collapsing on top of me.
Wow,she says.
I kiss her gently, then excuse myself.I go to the bathroom, lose the condom, and piss.Then I splash water on my face.Am I ready for this?
When I return to bed, I lie on my back with Evie curled into me.And for the first time, I tell someone about my summer.
Baba is a very stubborn woman, just like my dad.She insisted on staying in Ukraine after the war began.At first, it wasn’t too bad.Like you said, she’s not really in a battle zone.But as the power shortages got worse, we worried a lot more.My father runs a construction business and my mother works as a teacher, so it’s hard for them to visit during the winter.So my older brother would go visit, just to make sure she was okay.Then he started staying for longer periods.
I stop, needing more strength for the next part of the story.Evie cranes her neck to kiss me on the cheek, but doesn’t say a word.
