Evelyn's Girl | Lesbian Novel

VIII

When I woke up, I relived last night with the most cinematic film playing in my head. There wasn't a single part of me that knew what happened now. I was lying in her bed, tangled in her sheets with absolutely nothing on. Evelyn was nowhere to be found.

She usually woke up early, I knew that. Only last time I'd woken up in the guest room with clothes on and this time I was under her sheets, wondering where the hell my underwear was.

Of course, my clothes were neatly folded on the nightstand beside me. She'd also given me the option of black leggings and a light cream sweater. I decided on the latter, getting dressed rather quickly. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see her but my body was.

It seemed that now that I'd had her, I couldn't quite get enough.

I cracked the door open to complete silence, no soft and dark piano music filling the atmosphere. No dreary ballad played with perfect timing. It made me nervous. I stepped into the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. The soft lighting made for a subtle wave of nervousness to roll down my shoulders. To my surprise, the kitchen was empty. I leaned against the countertop, slightly relieved as I tried not to overthink.

There was a lot to overthink.

By the time I'd turned around, I was staring out onto the patio where Evelyn stood with her back towards me. There was no volume but I could tell she was on the phone. Then I was trailing my eyes down her ass and noticing how well her body looked in all black. She wore leggings with a tight long sleeve. The clothes outlined her curves, hugging her waist and hips and everything in between.

Her hair blew in the wind, black waves blowing in the air. She hated it. That was when she turned around. Her eyes bored into mine, while she said something into the phone. Her composure was its usual reserved self and I leaned against the countertop like I'd done last night. Then she was ending the call, my heart palpitating in my chest while she walked towards me.

It was subtly sexier than anything else, the seduction that was her approach. She stood in front of me, a couple inches away with beautiful features and captivating rivets of hazel underneath green orbs. There was something behind this look, something I couldn't quite gage.

"How did you sleep?" Those four words left her mouth with a hint of curiosity. I was all too focused on the way her lips moved as she spoke. Her accent rolling off her tongue like butter.

"Honestly really well," My voice was indifferent.

Evelyn's eyes brushed over her own clothes on my body, something resonated in her features whilst she did so, "Suiting."

I glanced at the sweater I wore, "Too bad this is the last time I'll wear them."

Her expression wavered slightly. Almost as if the terms and conditions were something she'd forgotten about. I wanted to forget all about them. I almost did when she leaned over and kissed me.

Evelyn's mouth was everything; warm and soft with enough ease to make my eyes roll back. I felt her hands on the small of my back whilst her lips covered my own. It was soft, a change of pace for us and it didn't take me very long to figure out that this was our last one. I could tell by how painful it was. It didn't feel blissful like the others had. It felt like an ending, the last page in a book that didn't belong to a series. She kissed me like she was breaking up with me. I was sure she did this often.

When I pulled away from her, it was my own fault because she'd made herself clear from the start.

"So that's it then?"

Evelyn nodded, control evident in her demeanor.

"This must be how Ava felt," I acknowledged, gaining absolutely no rise out of her. She stood in front of me with clear eyes. Too clear for my liking. It was unsettling how little she gave me after that. Almost as if this was just routine.