Evelyn
Well, my chat with Sean and Logan certainly could have gone a lot worse. Sure, neither of them agreed or said that they would be there- but they didn’t refuse either, so I’m hopeful. At the very least I’m going to get ready and plan for them coming over.
It doesn’t take me too long to get the table set up with wine and glasses, and I light a few candles as well to set the mood. The more I tidy up and get things ready though, the more I realize just how much I want them both to show up. The more I realize just how heartbroken I’ll be if they don’t.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life, as silly as that sounds. But who could blame me? They’re both drop dead gorgeous, smarter than anyone else I know, and they’re fucking amazing in bed. There’s literally no downside to them, other than the fact that they can’t seem to stop the pissing contest while teaching. Still, worth it.
I make my way into my room and take off my towel, tossing it into the hamper as I look at the clothes I have laid out on my bed. I already dried and styled my hair, so all that’s left now is to get dressed and put on makeup. Since it’s soon time for them to arrive, I decide to start getting ready.
I slip into a new lingerie set that I bought for tonight, and I admire myself in the mirror. It’s a matching bra and panties set that’s black lace, both pieces leaving little to the imagination. It really draws the eye to my curves, and the pieces are perfectly rippable for when the mood strikes.
Then I slip into a tiny little black dress and do a little twirl. It’s tight and hugs all the right places, drawing the eye—or hopefullyeyes—to my ass. The neckline is low and plunging, and I just know that neither of them will be able to keep their eyes off of me. If they show up, that is.
I feel my nerves rising and I’m trying my best not to worry. They’re going to show up, right? They have to. The thing is- I know that they both want to, or at least it seemed like they did…
I shake my worry off and sit down at my vanity to do my makeup, determined not to let my worry ruin my night. I can’t dwell on the negative, because all that’s going to do is make me upset. If I do, I’ll cry, and then my mascara will be running down my face and ruined. If my mascara is going to be running down my cheeks, I at least want the reason to be a fun one.
With my makeup finished, my best dress on and my hair perfectly draping my shoulders, I smile and walk back into the main room to wait on the couch. I look at the clock and sigh anxiously, knowing that I told them to be here in five minutes.
Will they show up? I hope so, but what if they don’t? How am I supposed to deal with that? The thought of having to go to their class and watch them teach, knowing that they’re just out of reach and rejected me is just… it’s too much and I don’t even want to think about it.
“They’re going to show up. They are. They have to.”
I mumble it out quietly to myself and take a deep breath. All I can do is wait now, and worrying ultimately won’t change the end result, whatever that may be.
So wait is exactly what I do. I sip slowly at a glass of wine as I sit on the couch, eagerly looking at the door. Five minutes turns into ten, which turns into twenty, and then forty-five.
After an hour I sigh and give up, looking down at my empty wine glass with a frown on my face. I check my phone, hopeful that I’ll see a message from one of them. But as much as I didn’t want it to be true, my new messages folder is still empty, with no sign of either of them trying to get a hold of me. No missed calls, no texts, nothing.
The fact that not even one of them is coming finally hits me, and my heart sinks. I stand from the couch and curse under my breath, heading towards the kitchen to put my glass in the sink. I’m just about to blow out the candles on the table when I hear a knock at my door, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Suddenly my heart is pounding in my chest and I’m frozen, unable to move from my spot. Did I actually hear that knock? Or is it just wishful thinking on my part, too heartbroken to accept the fact that they never showed?
Just as I start to wonder if I’ve lost it there’s another knock and I smile, setting my glass down as I turn around and head back towards the door.
Am I happy? Of course. Am I still nervous? Hell yes. What if it’s only one of them, what do I do now? And what if they’re only here to tell me that they’re ending things?
No, I can’t think like that. And I’m wasting time standing here like a dumbstruck teenager, instead of answering the door. I take a breath and put on my flirtiest smile, and calmly open up the door to answer it.
My heart is pounding in my chest, hope and nerves and anticipation all swirling together inside of me. And, when I open the door, I can’t help but clap my hand over my mouth as my eyes go wide and a lump forms in my throat with shock at what I see.