Too bad that life isn’t meant to be.
Cedric
Holding Evelyn, kissing her, it’s so much better than I imagined. I always knew there was something more between us, but I was too chicken shit to go for it. Now I just feel like an idiot for waiting so long, sitting on the sidelines while Ev dated other guys and fooled around with them when it could’ve been me.
It should’ve been me the whole time. Fuck, I regret that I kept my mouth shut so goddamn much.
She loves me too. And from now on, we can finally be together.
“So, um, how was your first time?” Ev asks as we lie together in bed, arms and legs wound together, chest to chest.
“Amazing,” I tell her with a smile before I place another quick kiss on her lips. God, I can’t get enough. I want to spend the rest of my life in bed kissing this woman.
“It was amazing for me too,” she replies, which is a relief. “Better…better than it’s ever been before.”
Thank fuck. As far as I know, Evelyn’s slept with only two or three guys, so I’m glad being with me was better. Although, I honestly can’t imagine sex gets any better than that. It’s nice to hear it wasn’t one sided.
“You look happier now,” I tell her since she was sad and upset when she first came over. “What had you so upset before?” I ask, brushing a strand of her hair from her cheek.
“Nothing,” she says, lowering her gaze to a stop on my chest. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
I only half believe her, because I know Ev so well. She’s hiding something big from me. But I’ll let it go for now, giving her some time to bring it up whenever she’s ready.
It’s nearly impossible to stay awake despite the fact that I don’t want to fall asleep yet. I just want to stay wrapped up with Ev and talk to her all night about nothing like we used to do when we had sleepovers as kids. Only now we can talk while we’re both naked and maybe even have sex again.
I’m about to ask her if she’s hungry or thirsty when I hear what sounds like a swarm of bees far off in the distance.
Ev shoots up in bed, clutching the sheets to her chest. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, that buzzing or humming noise?”
“It’s getting closer,” she says. “I think…I think that’s the sound of a motorcycle. Several of them.”
“Motorcycles? Huh,” I mutter since I guess it could be.
“Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! He knows I came to see you!” Ev whispers as she scurries out of my bed and gets her bra on in record time.
“What? Who knows?” I ask her in confusion. Her dad hasn’t been around since her parents got divorced. That’s the only he I figure I should be worried about at the moment. Ev’s been seeing a string of losers since graduation, but none of them lasted more than a week. I don’t think…
“Hurry up and get dressed!” she tells me as she grabs one of my t-shirts from the floor and swipes it between her legs. That, of course, has my cock twitching again as I watch her stand half naked in my bedroom, something I only thought would ever happen in my dreams. “Cedric, get up and get dressed! Please,” Ev begs desperately, so I finally cave even though I have no idea why she’s in such a big rush.
I roll out of bed and stand on my legs that are still weak from the best experience of my entire life. I manage to pull my boxer briefs and shorts on, but do so at the speed of a sloth compared to Evelyn’s Tasmanian devil impression. She’s a whirlwind in the room after she gets her dress back on, making up my messy bed in like five seconds flat.
“Shirt…where’s your shirt?” Ev asks when she spins around in a circle.
“You shoved it between your legs a few seconds ago,” I remind her.
“Oh crap!” she mutters, finding the dirty tee and tossing it into my closet where she yanks another shirt from a hanger and tosses it to me. “Put that on.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Just do it!” she shrieks.
I’ve barely pulled the fabric over my head when I hear a loud banging that sounds like it’s coming from the front of the house, followed by an unrelenting ringing of the doorbell.
“Shit! He’s here!” she exclaims as she buries her face in her palms.
“Who the hell is here, Ev?” I whisper.
“I’m sorry,” she says when she drops her hands and looks at me, her dark eyes wide with panic. “We can’t…we can’t be friends anymore.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. We’ve been best friends for eight fucking years, and that’s not going to ever change. Not to mention the latest breaking news that just occurred taking us from friends to so much more.
“I made a promise,” she says in a rush as she starts toward the still open window like she’s about to bolt.
“A promise to who?” I ask, grabbing her arm to stop her and even spin her around so that I’m blocking her from leaving out the window.
“To Lowell,” Ev responds, like I have any idea who the fuck that is.
“Lowell? Who is Lowell?” I ask as more pounding and ringing comes from the front door. By now, my parents must be awake, my dad on his way to see who the hell is trying to bust in the house in the middle of the night.
“He’s…he’s the guy I’ve been seeing.”
“Since when?” I snap.
“A few weeks,” she answers with a wince.
“Have you fucked him?” I ask with my jaw clenched tight. I take her continued silence as my answer. “You have! Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you sleep with me tonight if you’re seeing someone else?”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen tonight!” she says, which makes me feel so much better. “I came to say goodbye, to tell you I’m leaving, but then you told me you loved me, and you kissed me. I-I liked it, and I didn’t want to stop you.”
“Okay,” I say, relieved that it wasn’t completely one-sided. “So, why can’t you just tell Lowell to fuck off?” I ask her.
Her head is shaking stubbornly in disagreement before I even finish the damn sentence. “He promised to help me and he’s good to me, but you don’t know what he’s like, Cedric. He’s…he can be…violent.”
“Ah, no shit,” I say as the banging continues. My dad must be scared shitless if he still hasn’t answered. “Should we call the cops?”
“No!” Ev exclaims. “That will make everything worse. Just let me leave before he finds me in here.”
Grabbing her shoulders, I realize she’s trembling. “Are you scared of him?” I ask.
“Yes. He’s in this biker gang with some seriously rough-looking guys, but he has the money to help my mom.” Fuck. I hate hearing that because I wish there was more I could do, that my parents or I had enough money to pay Rita’s medical bills. But we don’t and I can’t.
“What do you have to do for that money of his?” I grumble. “Sell him your soul?”
Swallowing deeply, she nods and says, “Something like that. And he told me he doesn’t want us to talk anymore.”