Angel Next Door

Start of New or Back to Old?

*Two Days Later*

Your POV:
I glance over at his still form again. He looks more peaceful now than I've seen him look since I arrived. He hasn't cried, he's just looked sad and kind of lost, it's heartbreaking to say the least.
Slowly and cautiously, I reach over to rub his cheek gently. Deep brown eyes slide open, latching onto mine.
"Morning." He mouths.
"Morning." I mouth back smiling. Time ticks by as we lay there staring at each other in comfortable silence. In that moment nothing else exists, Evan and I are the only two living creatures. It's pure heaven to me.

Without warning; except an arm around my waist to pull me closer; Evan is leaning in brushing his lips across mine softly. The breath I do manage to suck in, becomes a solid dam in my throat, blocking all other air from entering or escaping, my heart threatens to spring free from my chest.

Evan scoots closer, sliding a hand in my hair to hold me in place, his breath dances across my lips, he's so close my eyes begin to cross so I close them, letting my sense of touch take over instead.
What. Is. Happening right now?

His lips firmly press against mine for a minute before he takes my lower lip between both of his sucking gently, pulling a small whimper from my throat. My hand cups his jaw feeling the light stubble beginning to form there, he lets go of my lip to run his tongue along it as it passes into my mouth, brushing against my tongue in a dance.

He shifts, suddenly I'm straddling him, never once breaking the kiss. Our tongues battle in a sensual dance, his hands maneuver their way under my shirt, the heat from his palms scorch my bare back.
Moving to sit up with me on his lap, he moves my hair to suck kisses along my neck, I tug the hair at the collar of his shirt causing him to groan. My mind has lost all ability to focus on anything but Evan.

Panting our eyes lock, he leans in to peck my lips softly once more then opens his mouth to speak, at that exact moment a knock on the door echoes through the room. Evan groans slightly in annoyance as I slip off his lap, I watch him pad barefoot through the double doors and into the living room.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Evan sounds slightly surprised by whoever is currently at the door, the answering voice -female voice- is soft so I can't make out what she's saying. The door closes, two pairs of footsteps move across the floor.
"Please sit down."
"Thank you." I can hear her now; why does that voice sound so familiar?
"Evan I wanted to apologize, I wish I'd have fought harder for us than I did."
Us? The realization of who owns the voice, hits me like a speeding bullet to the heart.

Emma.

Why is she here? You know why she's here, she wants Evan. Whatever just happened between you two means nothing. Probably didn't mean anything to begin with. My mind sneers at me. The thought instantly shatters my heart.
Why would it mean anything? I mean it's not like Evan has any feelings for me other than friendship, right? Then why did he kiss me? I decide I don't want to hear his reply to her, I also don't want to be here in the same apartment.

Quickly I get dressed, grab my purse and pass by them with a darting glance at Evan, his eyes follow me out the door. In the hallway I take a deep breath to try to steady my nerves, I have no idea where to go, suddenly leaving doesn't seem like such a good idea, footsteps approaching the door behind me spurs me on.
I dash into the elevator as soon as the doors allow it, right before they close I see Evan's worried face peering in at me then my own face reflected on the doors.

Out in front of the apartment building, I don't think I just head down the sidewalk with no preconceived destination in mind, listening to my shoes slap the pavement with every step. My mind taunts me with changing images of waking in bed with Evan this morning and unwanted images of Evan and Emma in a heated makeout session on the couch. I shake my head trying to clear it as I keep walking.

Part of me wants to go back, to burst in the door, show her he's mine, but he isn't mine, never really was.

Probably never will be...