If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 38

Hi sweet Beatle people! We've got Jeremy and Eve on the same wavelength. Next chapter will explain Annie and George's situation! Is he a cheating liar or a loving devoted husband? Thank you all for reading the saga of Annie and George. Enjoy! love, Lara xo

When Eve tired of reading her book, she swung her legs over the bed and went to check on Jeremy, who was working on his speech for the gala. It was an enormous responsibility, and he didn't want to fuck it up. His promotion to head of the Psychology Department was going to be announced and unknown to him, he was voted the best psychologist in the region by his patients and peers. It seemed suspicious to him that he was allowed 3 extra seats at his table, but he shrugged it off, thinking that it was because of his promotion to head of the department.

Eve approached him silently from behind and slipped her arms around him, laying her cheek near his ear. "C'mon professor. Come to bed. You can finish tomorrow. You're exhausted."

He turned to her and took his glasses off, laying them on his desk. His arms wrapped around her hips and he leaned his forehead into her stomach.

"You feel amazing," he said softly as Eve ran her fingers through his hair.

"Why don't you come to bed? It's late and your brain isn't going to work for much longer."

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he answered, kissing her stomach. "Maybe I'll get a second wind."

Eve heard the hair dryer start and she walked into the bathroom with a glass of wine for him. "Here, let me do it," she kissed him and blew the dryer over his wavy brown hair while her fingers slipped over his scalp. She walked around him as he sat on the vanity stool, his eyes closed, sipping at the glass of wine. His legs opened up for her to glide herself in between as she continued to dry his hair. When his eyes opened, her lovely breasts were in his line of sight, unconstrained by a bra.

Jeremy placed his wine on the counter and leaned forward to kiss the valley between her breasts as his hands began to caress the silky soft skin.

"I thought you were exhausted...," Eve looked down at him, pointing the dryer away from him.

"Not that tired," he gave her a bright smile. "I could be half dead and still want to make love with you, Evie."

"Well, let's not test that theory, okay?"

"Whatever you say, my love." Jeremy suddenly took the hair dryer from Eve's hands and shut it off, putting it on the counter.

"What?" Eve asked, searching his face for a clue.

"Stay, Evie," he said softly. "Don't go back to the states. Stay."

"What?" she asked as though she didn't hear him. She didn't think she did.

"Stay, love," he repeated. "Marry me. I'll make you happy, Eve. You have my promise. You'll know 'blissfully happy' every day of your life."

"Jeremy....I know you'd make me happy. You will be the best husband any woman could ask for. It's me, professor. I didn't grow up with good role models. I don't know how to be married. I barely know how to be a good partner."

"Did you ever hear me complain?"

"Yes!" Eve exclaimed. "Yes!"

"That was in the beginning. We had a rocky start. So what? Look at us now."

"Jeremy, we spend 4 or 5 days together every 8 or 12 weeks. That's not a relationship. That's delivery of a magazine selection."

"I want you to stay, Evie. Fine. We'll keep the marriage proposal off the table for now. Tell me what pulls you back to Los Angeles? What?"