I’m in complete awe of her. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Close to two years.” She shrugs, like it’s not a big deal. She doesn’t even know how amazing she is.
I caress her cheek before I can stop myself. I don't know if she realizes doing it, but she leans into my touch, warming my heart even more. Our faces are close to each other and at that moment she's just herself. No mask. No worries. Just her, and her beautiful heart that helps all these people. I lean down, so our lips touch. Not a real kiss, just a simple caress. It just felt so right and I believed I'll turn to ashes if I didn't.
“Thank you for inviting me here,” I whisper.
She softly touches our lips together once more and whispers, “Thanks for coming with me.”
I've seen how people treated Eva at her school. I've heard some of the words they call her when she passed them by. Hell, I've even listened to what the headmaster thinks about her.
I’ve witnessed her pain and suffering. I’ve seen a glimpse of her mind which is filled with so much sadness.
But she’s still here. She still has hope in humanity. And she still wants to help them.
Evangeline Faye is a rare gem with a pure heart, and she's so beautiful inside and out it's hard not to fall for her.
On the drive back home, my body is throbbing with something I can’t really explain. It’s different from the lust I’ve been feeling since the first time I saw her. Like something has shifted today. Seeing her in that place, helping those in need touched something deep inside me.
Her smile was big and genuine, lighting up her whole existence, and I wanted nothing more than to keep that smile there.
I take my eye off the road for a second to look at her. And she’s already gazing at me. Her eyes are bright and alive. When her lips curl in a shy smile, my heart gallops in my chest. Every nerve ending in my body sizzles with something… something I can’t name. Something so intense it takes my breath away.
I want to park on the side of the road and pull her on my lap so I can devour her. I want to kiss her lips, suck in the sounds she’d make. I want to capture her taste and put it in a bottle only I can taste. But I don’t want these things just for a quick release. No. I want to be close to her. I want to worm myself inside her to feel her. Really feel her. I don’t want our bodies to join, I want our souls to entwine. The need is so overwhelming I feel like I’m gonna combust if I don’t touch her. Before stopping myself, I reach for her hand and link our fingers.
Her soft gasp sends a shiver through my body, and I feel high. She's so much stronger than any drug or booze I can consume.
“Come here,” I say huskily, pulling her toward me.
She doesn’t hesitate even though I can feel her shock. Curling her legs under her, she leans to my body and rests her head on my shoulder.
I tighten my arm around her, and she tentatively places her hand on my chest. My chest vibrates with a growl just from her simple touch and possessiveness fills all my senses.
I kiss her forehead, inhaling her sweet scent. And peace fills me.
And I notice I’ve never done this before. Never hug a woman to me just to feel close to her without trying to feel her up. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s head on my chest or the feeling of her hand against my heartbeat.
Such small, innocent things that used to mean nothing to me now feels like an anchor that keeps me from floating away.
I was screwed when all I could think of was fucking this beautiful woman who is curled up next to me. But I’m beyond screwed now that all I want is for her to stay where she is. In my arms.
17
Eva
My days turn into another routine. Every morning I wake up before my alarm, watch Elijah swim and let him turn me on beyond description. We have breakfast together, and he gives me a ride to and from school. He encourages me to talk during his classes and even though I was hesitant at first, I got more comfortable. But my favorite time is having dinner with him. The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, and how our bodies move closer and closer with time. It's both torture and pleasure. After dinner, we go to The Sanctuary in the West and spend time there.
I have been the happiest in the last week, and even though I don't want to hope for things that won't come true, Elijah and I were so much closer than I've ever been with anyone. It feels so good to be in his arms as we drive from the West Town back home every night. I love the way he plays with my hair or kisses my forehead. I love how those small touches from him light up my whole body. I burn every time he gives me one of his barely-there kisses. I want more. So much more.
Every touch, every whisper of a kiss, every look we exchange is like a promising trailer to a divine movie.
Anticipation is like a drug, and I couldn't wait to experience the high of my next Elijah hit.
It’s hard to think of him as my teacher while we’re acting more like a young couple trying to get to know each other before taking another step in their relationships.
Today, when I woke up at dawn I jumped out of my bed even though it is the weekend, with the excitement of a new day.
Honestly, it’s actually the excitement of seeing him.