2: In Your Shadow - Evan Peters

Whisky

I sat next to Austin, Evan to my left. With Austin's prompting, we had decided to go out to dinner with Evan and his "date". She sat across from Evan, and I could tell that their feet were kicking each other under the table, with every jolt from Evan causing a jolt from Frances. I rolled my eyes and looked over the menu, hearing her giggle softly every 2 minutes. I could feel Dana looking at me, so I looked up to her concerned eyes. I guess she could feel how uncomfortable I was sitting next to Evan as he flirted with Frances. I couldn't have Austin believe that Evan and I still had feelings for each other or ever did to begin with, the only convincing way to suck it up and see him in a group situations. I hadn't seen Evan since we'd interacted at Sound, almost 2 weeks ago. He still tried to call me, but I didn't know what to say, feeling trapped in my own feelings of guilt and anger.

I reached over to Austin, grabbing onto his hand as he chatted with Elliot about their next semester at university. he stopped for a moment, turning to me and flashing me a small smile, leaning down and planting a small kiss on my temple. I closed my eyes for a moment, Evan's intoxicating cologne filling my nose.

"So what can I get you all?" The waiter stood at the end of our table, notepad in hand. Frances spoke up first. We were in an up-market restaurant in Belair, suggested by Evan, with his newfound fame he could get us a reservation on the day. I looked over at Frances, who's hand was resting on the table, her fingers playing with the ring on one of Evan's fingers.

"So what do you do Frances?" Dana asked her, a small smile on her face as she tried to converse with Evan's date after we'd all ordered.

"A bit of everything to be honest," she said, taking a sip of her drink, "I offer tarot readings online," she smiled at Dana and I almost choked on my drink. How did Evan even manage to find her?

I felt Evan's eyes burning into the side of my head, and turned to make eye contact. He smirked at me, inches from my face because of how close we were forced to sit. His eyes flicked between the bruise on my neck that I tried to cover with concealer and my lips. I could tell exactly what he was trying to say, a secret that we held just between us.

As our food was served, I cut up my chicken, placing a piece in my mouth with my fork. everyone ate in silence to begin with, until Austin decided to ask Evan how he met Frances. Evan laughed, putting down his knife.

"Actually, just through social media, she sparked my attention," Evan said, swallowing his chewed food. I felt a hard pang in my chest, hearing Evan talk about another woman the way he was.

"He's just so handsome, isn't he?" Frances cooed, reaching over the table and cupping Evan's cheek with one of her hands, and running her thumb over the stubble he'd grown on his face. I grit my teeth together in jealousy, that I knew I had no right to feel. I felt Austin's lips press against my cheek, as we all awkwardly nodded our heads as if to say we agreed, although the question was maybe rhetoric.

As the waiter returned to collect our now empty plates, I felt a hand on my left thigh. I jumped in surprise at the sudden warmth to my left. Evan's eyes stayed glued to Elliot's as his thumb rubbed the exposed skin between my thighs. I didn't know how to describe it, his touch was so addicting, his fingers soft on my skin. I slowly reached down under the table and tried to remove Evan's hand from my thigh, but his grip was tight, and I didn't know how to retract it without making a scene. I sighed as I turned to Austin, who looked at me with big eyes. He offered me a small smile and mouthed the words "are you okay", sensing a sudden shift in my mood. I reached for his hand and took a sip of my cocktail with the other, smiling at him as if to reassure that I was fine.

Evan's hand didn't move from my thigh, in fact, it travelled further up my leg, until his fingers had hitched up my short dress, exposing my underwear. His fingers quickly brushed against the centre of the lace, just over my where my clit was. I cleared my throat loudly, and turned to Evan with a look of warning. He furrowed his eyebrows at me, acting with utmost innocence, making me look foolish.

Evan raised his left hand to get the waiter's attention, the waiter tending to him in almost an instant.

"Can I get some of that Hibiki Japanese whisky, just on the rocks. Anyone else what anything?" Evan looked around the table, to an unanimous shake of heads. A year ago he would have been ordering a beer on tap and complaining that the price had gone up. I could understand Dana's conflicting opinions on Evan's changed behaviour, it almost seemed like he was suddenly darker, more arrogant and finding women to spend time with at his beckoning call, none of which was the Evan I knew and loved. 

As Evan waited for his drink, his fingers toyed with the hem of my underwear, suddenly pulling them to the side and exposing my centre to his fingers, skin on skin. I dug my fingers into the edge of my seat, trying not to move in a suddenly suspicious way. His middle finger circled around the wetness at my entrance, that I knew I couldn't help happen. He pushed finger in me slowly, pumping it in and out under the table. My legs spread opened slightly more, my body not listening to my head as I told it this was a horrible idea and to stop him. I coughed as his finger curled inside me, hitting where I knew I couldn't with my own fingers. Austin looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I knew he could feel my knee suddenly pressing against his.

The waiter arrived with Evan's drink, and suddenly his finger left me, and he raised his hand up from under the table. Internally, I was whining, wishing that his finger didn't just leave me, but I was also slightly relieved he did. Nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. With his left hand holding the lowball glass, he used his right middle finger to stir his drink, before putting it in his mouth, sucking down on the skin.

"That's some good whisky," he said nonchalantly, taking a sip from the glass. I sat stunned, as he'd just stirred his whisky with his finger wet from me and then proceeded to taste it. I couldn't sit here any longer, and turned to Austin to tell him it was getting late and that we should go. Dana and Elliot agreed, and we stood up together, Evan and Frances following.

"I think we might stay here for a bit longer, but we should do this again, it was so good to see you all again," Evan smirked at me as I quickly severed eye contact, looking down at Austin and I'd intertwined fingers.

Evan gave Elliot and Dana a hug, and shook Austin's hand, with what happened to be his right hand. I winced on the inside, knowing the games that Evan was playing. He came to me next, pulling me in for a tight hug, that seemed to last a lot longer than his other goodbyes. I felt his lips ghost over my ear, to which he whispered "I should've said that's some good pussy," and pulled away, leaving me obviously red in the face.

Frances was by his side in an instant, locking arms with Evan and leaning into his side. I didn't look back as we retreated from the restaurant, to take Austin' car back to the apartment.