Angel Next Door

"Should I stop?"

* A Week Later*

Your POV:
"Evan would you hold still?"
"I'm sorry I just can't help myself. You're turning me on."
"I'm cleaning the cut on your cheek, that's kind if gross Evan."
"Yeah but your boobs are right here" he leans in nipping at my chest causing me to yelp in surprise, "so I'm having all kinds of dirty thoughts right now." My curiosity gets the better of me, "oh yeah, what kind of thoughts?"
"Well see I feel I must start at the beginning of my thoughts, so you get the full effect you're having on me. I start by sliding my hands up your bare thighs like so." I continue applying antiseptic to his cuts while his hands skim up to my hips. "Then I'd take these off." My panties are dropped around my ankles, shivers run through me when his fingers dance across my inner thigh.

"So soft and wet." He purrs running his fingers between my legs, I have to brace my hands against his bare shoulders to keep from falling on weak knees. One of his fingers just found it's way into my entrance when the ding of the doorbell startles us both.

"Oh c'mon!" Evan voices my thought for me.

Groaning in annoyance we slowly make our way down the stairs. Thank goodness the doctors discovered Evan's leg wasn't as broken as previously thought, a smaller cast was applied along with a shorter recovery time period. Fortunately he'll be back up and running in about five more weeks.

I help him to the couch before heading to the door.

"Evan your mom is here." She makes a beeline for her son. I leave them embracing while I wander into the kitchen for refreshments.

"Mom I'm fine. (Y/N) has been taking great care of me." He flashes me a wink as I sit the tray on the table in front of them.
"Thank you (Y/N), for taking care of my boy and for the refreshments." I return her smile then excuse myself to change clothes.

After changing from Evan's shirt to (Your outfit of choice) I quickly tidy up the bathroom, releasing a soft whimper as the images of Evan's hands on me just seconds ago, floods my mind.

Evan's POV:
"So Evan, looks like things are going better with you and (Y/N)?"
"I don't know mom."
"Have you talked to her about it? You won't know until you talk."
"Yeah I guess so."
My mom sighs, "you're being very vague." I start to reply when (Y/N) pops back around the corner.

*2 Hours Later*

"Mom you can stay here we have a guest room."
"No no Evan I promised to meet some friends tonight before I head back tomorrow. I'll call you to say goodnight ok."

Once alone again, I decide to have that talk with (Y/N).

"Hey babe, can we talk?"
"Sure Evan, everything ok?" Her eyes instantly fill with concern, "no no everything's fine I just...." My tongue becomes a knot, my hands grow sweaty, I open my mouth but am horrified by what comes out; "let's get some pizza for dinner."  Confusion replaces the concern, she giggles while I internally kick my own ass.

"Alright Mr. Dramatic, I'll order the pizza." Shaking her head she dials the pizza place.

Just pull her close and tell her you want her back. Why is that so hard? It's hard because it's her. She's everything.

I glance back to her end of the couch, her eyes are glued to the TV screen, her legs propped up on the edge of the coffee table.

She's once again clad in only my shirt and panties. This is torture.

I pull a blanket around me, the air conditioned house suddenly too cold. Suddenly she's there next to me pulling the blanket around her as well.

While watching but not seeing the movie I feel it. Her hand burns where it rests on my thigh, I swallow hard to suppress a moan as it creeps higher, I glance down to find her (Y/E/C) eyes already trained on me, her lip sexily between her teeth.

"Babe what are you doing?" My voice sounds strangled to my ears. "Should I stop?" Her hand halts.

A/N: Will you keep going or will you suddenly stop? Next chapter will tell 😝 (please don't kill me for this lol)