•DESTINED•

•Chapter Thirteen•

Our afternoon together turned out to be eventful. Not something I expected.

I decided to show Evan around aunt Portia's garden. He told me that the name 'Eden' suited the garden.

Something we agreed on.

We returned to my bedroom and sat side by side, listening to music and singing or rapping the lyrics together.

When we got sick of laughing at our own false singing, we headed for the living room, where the setting suns rays poured into the cream coloured space.

When aunt Portia returned she was stunned to see Evan and I sitting opposite the TV.

She went to shower and when she returned, she told us (me) that there was pies in the fridge for us to eat and that she just needed to go to the gallery to finish up on some work.

Leaving is alone. Again.

"What movie next?" I asked as 'Mean Girls' ended.

"I'm not sure," Evan says, stretching beside me.

"Food?" I offer.

"Sounds good actually," he smiles at me.

I smile back and head for the kitchen to warm our pies.

I return and see Evan scrolling through Netflix.

He grins over his shoulder at me, "How about a horror?"

I hand him his plate, "Which one?"

"Any one. How about... Annabelle Creation?"

"Oh," my heart sinks slightly, "that's..."

I don't have the heart to tell him that I've watched that movie many times and it no longer scares me.

So I shrug, "Okay."

"You scared?"

No, "A little," I force myself to smile.

He nods but he doesn't respond as he presses play.

I sit down on the couch and then bite my lip when he sits really close to me.

His leg pressed against mine.

I try not to show my tension because he's really not the first boy to want to get close to me.

I mean, he is the first gorgeous one.

Instead of watching the movie, I catch the way the muscle in his jaw jumps everytime he chews his pie.

His olive eyes transfixed on the screen.

I eat my pie slowly, focusing solely on Evan's face. I can't help it.

I'm only looking from the corner of my eye so I can't really see but I've sketched his face enough times to know how his features look.

Then I raise my legs to rest completely on the couch, my knees digging into his firm thigh.

I rest my elbow on the backrest of the couch and rest my head in my palm. Evan doesn't seem to mind because he just moves closer.

My heart thumping, I inhale and take in his strong scent.

He smells like vanilla and chocolate. But like... A stronger kind. A manlier kind.

My eyes feel heavy but I'm not going to fall asleep like this because it would be so typical of me to fall asleep and then let my head rest on his shoulder.

I'm not going to be common.

But then his head tips to the side. His head landing on my boob.

My eyes widen.

"Evan?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" He responds.

"Are you sleeping?" I ask, not sure what to say.

"No," he says. I can feel his smile. I don't move him or move away. I let him lay there.

My heart is beating against my chest, I'm almost sure he can hear it. Apparently he does.

He chuckles, "I don't bite you know."

I inhale, my chest raising as my lungs fill with air.

"I know," I say cooly.

I look down at the tattoo behind his ear and fight the urge to run my fingertips over the smooth inked skin.

I smile at the thought.

"Do you have any siblings, Violet?" He asks, his voice vibrating against my breast.

I shiver at the feeling but force myself to answer, "Sadly not. And you?"

"An older sister. She's in the the UK," he says, "she's a model."

"That's a given," I say.

"Why do you say that?" He asks.

"Good looks seems to run thick in your family," I say without thinking.

Evan turns his head which slides from my boob to rest on my lap. I wince at the slight pain.

He grins up at me, his eyes twinkling, "Are you saying I'm good looking?"

"You know what I'm saying, don't be stupid," I say at him, trying to shrink his massive ego.

"Well, your drawings do support your sweet statement," his smile is devilish.

"Can you shut up about the drawings?" I glare down at him.

"No. Apparently I can't," he smiles broadly.

"Just shush, Evan," I can't help smiling.

He turns onto his side, facing the TV and  continues to rest his head on my lap.

My lower centre explodes. My legs feel shaky but the shaking is internal.