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chapter two: don't disappear on me ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Evan had no idea what in the fuck he was doing.
But he did know that he had a very pretty girl on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses beneath his ear that was driving him absolutely insane. All he could smell was her perfume, intoxicating him further as his hands gripped her hips that were grinding into him.
"Lena," he whispered in a gruff voice, finally breaking out of his trance to sit up and flip the two of them over. One hand pinned her wrists above her head as he settled between her legs, searching her eyes.
"Are you sure that you wanna-"
"I don't care if it's the worst sex of my life, I just need my mind to stop- just stop," Lena cut off with some exasperation, Evan inhaling slowly.
He picked up his hand, placing one on either side of her as he lowered himself slightly, just enough to drive Lena crazy.
"I'm not gonna fuck you here," he said with a tilt of his head. "You're a lady of class."
Lena halfway rolled her eyes. "I really don't give a shit, but if you're not shirtless in the next five minutes then I'm outta here."
Evan was tempted to laugh, finally climbing to his feet and offering his hands to Lena. He pulled her up and kept both hands in his as he pulled her backwards into the bedroom. Walking over to the bedroom door, he kicked it closed and clicked the lock behind him. Evan made his way to Lena, helping her pull off her jacket as he leaned down to kiss her. He gently pushed her backward until her knees buckled at the edge of the bed, standing over her now. Evan removed his t-shirt, Lena's hands sliding up his abdomen as he crawled on top of her. This time his lips went to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he roughly left marks. Lena decided to give a shit later.
A small moan escaped her lips as Evan continued to kiss her neck, feeling for the buckle of her belt. Lena helped him get it off, though he did not seem to want help with the rest. He came up for air, unbuttoning her shorts and impatiently yanking them down her legs. Evan traveled back up to her lips briefly, pushing her shirt up until she was in only a bra and underwear. He licked his lips hungrily, planting a kiss at her collarbone, then between her breasts, her stomach. Lena was becoming a mess already, a hand of hers finding its way into his curls. Evan's tongue trailed from the waistband of her underwear to her belly button, Lena's eyes fluttering shut.
Evan did not go down on many girls, especially not hookups. But Lena was too hard to resist, because he had the indelible urge to see her a screaming, shaking mess because of him. He wasn't sure where that urge had come from, really.
