Evan’s
I knew the second her lips brushed mine that I’d screwed everything up.
Years of waiting, wanting, aching, ruined by one reckless move.
I didn’t chase her when she bolted out of my room.
I just stood there like a damn fool, tasting her on my mouth and wondering if I had finally killed the one thing I wanted most.
I was seated in my room when she walked in, she looked frustrated and pissed, I wanted to open my lips then she began throwing her things on the floor.
Hair tangled, chest heaving, cheeks flushed with the kind of fury that makes men kneel or run. Then she stomped inside, muttering under her breath and throwing her things across my floor, her jacket, her shoes, a bag that hit the wall and slid down like it was ashamed to be here.
Then before I could process the whipl
