“I thought we can eat while watching a movie,” I say, but suddenly feel unsure about my decision.
She gives me relief with her answer, “Sounds great.”
We sit on the couch in front of the television. After choosing a random movie from Netflix, we grab our plates. I'm nervous as a high school boy with a crush, but I'm not really much different. I definitely have a huge crush on Evangeline Faye.
I watch her as she takes the first taste of her spaghetti. She closes her eyes and lets out a sound so close to moan. The way her tongue licks the remnants of the sauce, the maddening moans of pleasure escapes from her throat is overly arousing. It's a different level of porn.
Damn this girl.
She's too sexy for her own good, and she doesn't even try to be which makes her even hotter.
I swallow. Truly turned on.
“You weren't overrating when you said this would be the best pasta I'd ever taste. It's so delicious,” she says, resuming eating.
I grin like she's given me a trophy before busy myself with my own plate. Cause God knows I’ll jump straight to dessert if I keep watching her eat.
“Which college do you want to go, Evangeline?” I ask her when we finish our plates.
“I want to study in Seattle. So either University of Washington or Seattle University, I haven't decided yet.”
Having her in Seattle, so close to me… fuck, maybe even in my apartment… I can almost see how our days would play out. And mostly, how our nights would be full of pleasure.
Clearing my throat, I push my impure thoughts away. “Whichever you choose, you'll do great.”
“Thanks,” she mutters.
“Do you have any idea what kind of stories you'll write?”
After taking a sip from her iced tea, she starts talking with light in her eyes.
“I'd probably write women’s fiction. I'm not really a funny person. I don't think I can write romcoms or that sort of stories. I love stories that are heavy with emotions. Melancholic. Maybe even depressing. I mean, I know you must think I'm a freak, but those emotions are real. Everyone feels them at a part of their lives if not daily. Those are the feelings people are afraid to open up. If I can touch someone with my words, if I can show them there is hope even in the darkest places, I think I'll make my dream come true.”
Her voice is passionate and hopeful as she utters these words. I can listen to her talk about her passion and her dreams all day, all night, preferably while we’re naked and sweaty and my cum is dripping out of her.
I don't know when we moved, but when we hear the knock on the door, we both realize we're so much closer than we should. Her breathing is slightly faster. Her lips are begging to be kissed, and I don't remember a time when I want someone as much as I want her. With another knock, I curse.
“You’re dangerous,” I breath out and force myself to go open the door.
Evangeline’s driver is waiting outside.
“Hello, Mr. Richards,” he says.
Evangeline comes behind me. “Hi, Jack.”
"Hello, Miss Faye. I wanted to ask if you'd like me to make the trip alone tonight."
I turn to Evangeline. “Where do you go every night?”
She looks between her driver and me before smiling at me.
“Wanna come with me?”
Oh how I want to come with you, Evangeline, I think in my perverted mind.
“Lead the way,” I smirk and watch her bouncy steps as she walks ahead of me.
God. What a view.