Evan was grinning at her wolfishly as if he had just conquered on a conquest. And she was the conquest. He wasn't even looking at her face. He was eagerly struggling with the zipper of her wedding gown.
"Ev… Evan, I'm tired." The wedding reception had considerably taxed her capabilities. Evan rolled her dress down to her ankles. His eagerness turned her off. In a few minutes, the virginity she had viciously protected for so long would be gone for good. She was hesitant. "Evan," she muttered, turning away so that the kiss meant for her lips landed on her cheek. "I'm tired," she repeated.
Evan pulled back. She dared to glance at his face and was surprised by his detestful gaze. His hands were still on her shoulders, now clamping down like vices. "Tired huh…tired," he growled. "You are alwa
