second book in the Evelyn Black series
• • mature - language, drugs, alcohol, themes of sex • •
NEXT BOOK: Back to Hope
• slow slow-burn (like years) friends to lovers •
• soft burn romance •
[ all books listed in prologue via chronological order ]
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His hands squeeze her hips tight, pulling her as close as possible before tracing his touch up her side and cradling her jaw. The urge to take her into his lap was firm, but he resisted. Their lips are overlapped, their noses pressed into one another's cheeks, and their breathes of air few and far between.
She can hardly find the means to pull away.
"George," she whispers, her fingers lacing into his long hair, her other firm on his thigh for balance. "we shouldn't be— mm— doing this..."
The heat of his breath fans down her neck as he smirks. "Mhm," he mutely pecks the skin of her jaw. "I told you like ten minutes ago we could stop, love..." He tilts his head to encase a patch of skin between his teeth. Her eyes flutter shut and her jaw drops as she fights back a moan, gripping his bright locks tighter. "That applies the whole time," he breathes.
Evelyn's smile widens. She tugs on his hair to guide his eyes back to hers. "I didn't say I wanted to stop," she reminds him quietly.
His eyes light up. He's quick to grab her waist with both hands and lift her up and over onto his lap. "That's what I thought," he snickers, meeting her lips again as soon as he can.
They can only keep together for a few moments, their smiles too wide to keep their lips connected.
"We need to go downstairs before my dads get suspicious," she says.
"Really?" He raises his brows sarcastically, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I think it might be my brothers we've got to worry about," George tells her.
"And maybe Ginny," Evelyn points out, her finger tracing down the side of his face.
"Or my parents," he adds.
"Or my mom and Robby..."
"How long have we been up here again?" George questions, the string of names making him realize that maybe their absence hasn't gone as unnoticed as they'd like.
Evelyn hums. "Not long enough, I imagine," she shrugs, tucking the longer bits of George's hair behind his ear and rolling her hips gently into his. "What do you think Georgie?"
He doesn't answer. She feels his touch trace up to her collarbone, George's eyes narrow at her. He leaves goosebumps across her chest as his palm slides up the center collum of her throat and his fingers wrap firmly around her neck.
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She was trying not to let the dream alienate her other, more focused, PG thoughts.
Sure she passed midterms, excelled through them, but second semester always hit hard and fast— excuse the innuendo— and if she wanted to stay top of her class, she had to put all her energy into her studies, into finals...
