EVELYN
Ian and I were back to his house after spending three days of hot bouts of s*x at his cottage at Wicklow.
"Are you going back home for Christmas?" Ian asked while I was stretching my body on a yoga mat. We were having an early morning workout at the gym.
I was dressed in a grey sports bra and matching high waisted leggings. My interim Greek god of a boyfriend chose not to give me a breathing space by wearing only a pair of shorts.
"Nope, why do you ask?" Taking a deep breath, I sat up and leaned forward slowly in a stretch, the tips of my fingers touching my toes.
"Wanted to be sure you won't be going home," he answered. "Since you're going to be here with me for the holidays, we will be leaving for Dublin by tomorrow. I apologize if I'm saying this impromptu."
"Our seventh
