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“I don’t care what you say, that song just hits,” I say in defense of the Sabrina Carpenter song on my playlist.
real
I like Everly more than I like the average person, but at this moment I can’t remember why.
“Take a load off, Ev. You look stressed.” “That’s because you stress me out.” “I’m perfectly agreeable right now.” “Yeah, exactly. It’s scaring me more than being in this hospital.” Then he laughs. Truly terrifying.
“I really want to dunk you right now,” I say. “But I'm afraid I’ll hurt you.” His mouth pulls into a disbelieving smirk. “As if you could hurt me, Little Sharpie.”
“Are you afraid I’m going to get all clingy? Because you’re hot but honestly half the time I want to punch you in the face, so I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
“God dammit, Everly. I’m not afraid of you getting attached.” He hovers over me. Even in my heels, he’s a good head taller than me. His stare surveys my face, settling on my lips and then dragging up to my eyes. “I’m afraid I will.” I’m still deciphering his meaning when he steps to me, lifts his left hand to the side of my neck, and kisses me.
“If you think someone can fuck you better than I just kissed you, be my guest.”
I crashed her date last night. I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit. “If I pick you up later, will you kiss me again?” “Ev.” Her name comes out strangled and gruff. She’s killing me and I am going to hell. “Fine, fine. I see we’re not talking about it still.” “Talking won’t change anything.” She shrugs one shoulder. “By my memory of last night, I wouldn’t want to change anything.” Yep, definitely trying to kill me.
“A dick pic.” A real, loud burst of laughter comes out of him. I can picture the wide smile on his face, the flash of teeth, and the twinkle in his dark eyes. Serious, stoic Jack makes my pulse race but happy and smiling Jack is my kryptonite. “Just a small sneak peek.” “There’s nothing small about it, sweetheart.”
She’s everything I shouldn’t want and everything I crave. Thick blonde hair that I want to fist. Big hazel eyes that see right through me. A mouth that I want wrapped around my cock. Her curves, her fight, her fucking everything. Everly Kent drives me fucking wild. And she knows it.
“I’ve slammed plenty of guys into the boards for a lot less than looking at my girl.” “Your girl?” I ask pointedly. His answer is a Cheshire cat grin. So fucking cocky and confident.
“You should get some sleep,” I say reluctantly. “Me too. Brian will be by early.” She smirks. “How’s that going?” “Good,” I admit. “Now that he’s not hitting on you.” “I can’t believe you fired him.” “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How’d he look at me?” “Like he wanted what was mine.” “Yours, huh?”
“A lot of people helped me get back here, but there is one person in particular who gave me a kick in the butt when I needed it most. It’s safe to say she saved me.” I think I stop breathing as his words register. The reporter is grinning wide. “It sounds like we all should be indebted to this person then. Care to thank her by name?” Jack shakes his head but lifts his chin ever so slightly so I can see his eyes. He glances sideways toward the camera as he says, “No. I think I’ll keep that to myself, but she knows who she is. Thank you.”
Now that she’s gone, I feel empty. Falling back into my old routine isn’t really an option. I don’t want to date other women, but I don’t want to be this guy who keeps everyone at arm’s length either. I just want her. And I have no idea what to do about it.
“I meant what I said earlier. I miss you. Seeing you every day, talking, hanging out, having you in my space, all of it. Nothing feels right anymore without you.”
“I promise you, sweetheart. I can fuck you tonight and still be at the top of my game tomorrow.”
“Ready to go home?” Jack asks. “You mean your home?” “No.” He shakes his head. “I mean ours.”
