*** Rafael's POV ***
I am in a fan-fucking-tastic mood the next day. Even an early morning procedure that is tough as hell doesn't shake me from my cloud. Claire observes my demeanor. I confided in her yesterday afternoon about Evelyn and my plan to end things with Tara. Not surprisingly, she wasn't a fan of Tara either.
"So I take it everything went to plan yesterday?" She muses.
"Almost." I chirp.
"Well dish it out, lover boy." She prompts me to reveal the outcome.
"Tara's done." I state.
Claire pumps her arm and then smiles sweetly. "Shame."
"I'm sure you think so." I laugh at her antics.
"And...how did things go with our dear Evelyn?" She pries.
"We're keeping things casual for now." I share.
"She turned you down, huh?" Claire quips.
"Oh no. We are most definitely on, but she suggested we take our time and you know...get to know each other." I explain.
"Oh honey. You can just tell me she turned you down." Claire patronizes.
"I can prove she didn't turn me down." I blurt out without thinking it through. Claire raises an eyebrow. I can't back down now. "Uh, she's sending me for an STI check."
Claire's face wears her shock at first and then she absolutely loses it in a fit of laughter. I roll my eyes and wait. She exclaims. "Oh I like her!"
"Yeah me too." I confess.
Evelyn lingers on my senses. The sound of her giggle. The scent of her hair. The sight of her in that fucking form-fitting outfit. The feel of her skin on mine. The taste of her kiss.
I restrain myself from contacting her but she is still on my mind. I head to my check-up right after work to get a fucking cotton swab stuck in the tip of my dick. I am tempted to text her and ask if she'll kiss away the sting when I am declared clean. Again, I refrain.
Tonight I am headed to catch the hockey match on TV with a handful of my brothers. Kevin, Jan, or I are usually the first to arrive, but I am surprised to find my youngest brother there. I sit down alongside him, but he doesn't seem to notice, staring into his soda.
"D, what's going on, man?" I ask curiously.
"Cammi said we can't fuck around anymore. She wants a serious relationship." He states glumly.
"And you don't want that?" I prompt. Oh to be young again.
"I didn't think so, but fuck I don't know. I want her." He grumbles and lays his head on the bar.
"You still whining about Cammi telling you to shit or get off the pot?" Liam walks in with Joel. I give them a dismissive shake of my head.
"What are you two doing here?" I bark.
"We're here to toast the end of Terror's reign." Joel smirks, patting my back.
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Oral Care
Romance*** COMPLETED STORY *** Evelyn is stubbornly resistant to fitting her family's model of perfect, demure wife material. She flees her hometown and an unwanted relationship to pursue her career and get away from their ridicule. Following a hot resort...
