Evelyn
'Evelyn, wake up'.
At midnight, I heard Eva's voice in my head. My eyes flew open, and before I could react, I felt something heavy pressing down on me.
I looked down to see what it was. A shy smile spread on my lips.
Damian's firm hand rested on my waist, our naked bodies pressed tightly against each other.
His eyes were closed, a few messy strands of hair falling over his forehead.
He looked so handsome in his sleep. His expression was peaceful, for the past few days he'd looked tense, and I'd wanted to ask him what was burdening him.
‘For God's sake, Evelyn!, hear me first’ Eva's voice came again, more irritated this time.
‘What, Eva? Can't you let me sleep’?
‘Evelyn, you forgot’. Her voice was impatient.
‘Forgot what?’ I asked lazily, hating that she'd ruined my pre
