Trained | 18+

Chapter Fourteen 🌶️

"I did not have a crush on you in primary school," I roll my eyes as Evan gasps dramatically, hitting his forehead with the back of his hand as he pretends to swoon.

"You're just trying to offend me now," the lamp light flickers across his face as he bends down to pull off his trousers. Shadows dance across his stomach as his shirt is pulled up over his head and drops to the floor. I am truely enjoying his company every evening, the view isn't half bad either. Finishing training on Monday left us with the entire week to relax together. Angel is too much of a pushover to force us to do anymore training than the one session required each week. Clara and Lottie train far more often than us, though I am sure it is just to ease Clara's nerves. She is inexperienced and it makes her feel more at ease knowing what to expect when she goes into training assessments, I can't blame her for wanting to train more especially as content is starting to become more intense. It must be intimidating for someone who has never even tried bondage before. I'm somewhat experienced and still get nervous after only training once a week, I can't imagine how Clara and Lottie feel.

This week with Evan has been exceptionally calming. So peaceful I've had no time to even worry about Tanner, granted I'm sure me begging Evan not to discuss the escape plan until next week is what helped my anxiety lower. Having his arms wrapped around mine every night is perfect, we feel at home with each other. Some mornings I find myself pushing the soft curls out of his face just so I can see his eyes light up when he wakes up next to me. As if we are not here in this place. As if we are safe in our own bed. Evan is a good distraction.

"You can't take your eyes off me, there's no way you didn't have a crush on me in primary school," he runs his fingers through his hair trying to deliberately show off the impressive muscles in his arm.

"You have the biggest ego," I mumble throwing a sleep shirt at him.

"So mean to me," he pouts putting the shirt on. Evan jumps on the bed, moving to place his head in my lap. I know he wants me to play with his hair, he's adamant it helps him sleep. My fingers begin to massage the back of his neck, moving up the scratch his head. He offers me a soft moan in response.

"Well I definitely had a crush on you, you were a super cute kid. Especially with your braces," he mumbles against my thigh. I gasp reaching behind me to find a pillow to hit him with.

"Now I know you're lying," I laugh. Before Evan can think of a witty response the door creaks open causing him to jump up from my lap instinctively. Sleeping together has been heavenly but we're still on edge, who knows what would happen if he was caught in my room - let alone in my bed. Not that we've fucked since before we were brought here, but I doubt the executives would care, or believe us if we denied it. Lottie pokes her head through the hole.

"Want some company?" She whispers. She doesn't allow us to answer before her and Clara trail in giggling like kids on a school camp sneaking into their friends cabin.

"Please make yourself at home," Evan sighs.

"You're just mad we wrecked your cuddle time, you big sook." Lottie swats his arm playfully.

"I don't know about you two but we're keen to have something that takes the edge off training tomorrow," she unveils a bottle of vodka from under her shirt.

"How did you get that?" Evan can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he reaches out the read the label.

"Traded Cleo some needles for it, she came in complaining she had none left." Lottie shrugs stealing the bottle back from Evan. She unscrews the lid flicking it across the room. We waste no time sharing the bottle around. The liquid burns my throat and I can't help but grimace to hold the liquor down. It only takes a few minutes for us to down half of the bottle. Clara offers it to me again but I put my hand up to decline.