Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Evelyn

"Where are you taking me?" I ask as I watch the streets, searching for some clue.

"It's a surprise." Warren smiles a little.

"You could give me a little hint." I say.

"No." Making a left turn using one hand he takes my hand with the other and pulls it over his lap. His fingers fill the gaps between mine and he holds onto me tightly. Good. Because I don't want him to ever let go.

"You're such a tease." I huff, sinking back into the seat.

"That wasn't what you were saying last night darling."

Heat pools in the pit of my stomach as the memories play in my head.

"You're right. I was busy giving you a blowjob."

Chuckling softly he spares me a glance. "It was a great blowjob though some improvement is needed."

"Yeah sure. Tell that to your dick that was hard just from me touching it."

"Trust me. It was hard the moment you kissed me." Warren stops the car and gives me his attention.

Shaking my head with a smile I look out and find the car parked in front of an art gallery.

"What are we doing here?" I ask unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Come with me." Warren steps out of the car and then comes around and opens the door for me. Taking my hand he helps me out and then places a kiss on my cheek.

"You look stunning." His eyes sweep another glance down my red dress, black heels and pearl earrings.

My heart flutters inside my chest and I tighten my hold on his hand.

Lately every little thing he does makes me fall in love with him. I know I shouldn't let myself make the same mistake again. But with the way he treats me and speaks to me makes me feel safe and free. Like I'm not trapped and smothered by being in a relationship. And that's something I've always wanted.

It's December now, but for months every little thing he does has been mending the broken pieces of my heart. And I can feel it coming whole with love that's only for him.

I feel helpless. And scared.

I'm anxious all the time that something is going to rapture what we have. And it's just a matter of time.

Just like ten years ago. When one phone call changed the entire course of our friendship and feelings.

One phone call was all it took for him to end things with me and erase me from his life like I never existed.

A kiss on the neck breaks my thoughts and I shudder. But Warren pulls me closer to him by waist.

"What is it?" He asks in a worried tone.

"Nothing." I plaster a smile so he can't see what's inside my head.

Warren frowns but kisses me softly on the lips as if assuring me everything will be alright. "I'm here if you need me."

The sinking feeling in my stomach only grows and I feel terrified. I hate myself for ruining the moment for myself-for us-but I can't help it. I can feel something is going to happen.

"I know." I whisper.

Warren leads me inside the gallery and we spend an hour there. I watch every painting in awe and longing, wishing I could create something that would be so beautiful and make people feel something.