Regret or Forget {Book 2}

(4) One Destination; Hell

(Edited)

Evan’s back went tense as he saw a shadow move in the doorway. Kylie stepped into the light; her short black hair only slightly tussled, though in his eyes she was still the most beautiful girl he had seen. Her forever changing eyes were down a piercing dark brown with an intense look swirling in them. A lot Evan was attracted to more than anything; it was a determined and reckless look that suited her so well.

It was a look Evan thought made her appear beyond beautiful, if that was possible. Her face was still an unhealthy pale that made his insides cringe and curl in a tight ball of worry. Kylie’s clothes were wrinkled, her sweatpants rolled up to the knees and her shirt showed just a bit of her belly and back skin. The sight was so alluring that it caused Evan to want to reach out and wrap his arms around her.

But Evan, a master in restraining himself, put on an emotionless look that he was greatly familiar with after so long of always having it on. However, he couldn’t hide the way his eyes never left her as she moved to the refrigerator, opening it and searching it silently. After a second she closed the door and unscrewed the bottle of water, doing all this without giving a glance at Evan.

Those actions made Evan feel just slightly at unease. She was the only person that could ever make him feel those types of emotion, worry, concern, sadness, helplessness, uneasiness, and nervousness. She didn’t even realize the control she had over him, the way she drew him in against his will, and the way that her love bonded him so close to her.

And if anything came down to it, he’d take any risks to keep her by his side. He'd wait however long it was for her to recover, he’ll wait forever just to love her and for her to love him. Evan knew the truth, he loved her beyond the way he’s loved anyone else. All the things Kylie had done for him, all the risks she had taken for him, all the things she had said and did, everything about her. Kylie was the person who had opened up the emotional scar and the one who had closed it with love and affection. 

Evan felt slightly disappointed in his own self that he couldn’t do that same thing for her. Of course he loved her, but he wasn’t the type of guy to express it in a lovey dovey sort of way that he knew girls liked. He wanted to hug and kiss her, but he didn’t know his boundaries, he didn’t know if she liked it or not. So he preferred her to make the first move and to stop whenever she saw fit. She came first, not him, at all times. 

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Dexter asked, bringing out the word he had called her when they had first met just to mess with Evan.

Kylie looked over at him as she took a sip of her bottle. Evan felt a surge of anger wash over him and trying to use a neutral tone, he spoke to Dexter before she could,

“I advise you to watch what you say.”

Dexter widened his eyes though there was humor inside of them,

“Someone is possessive I see, a little jealous too?”

Evan pressed his lips together and his eyes narrowed deadly as Dexter moved towards Kylie. Dexter put his arm around her shoulders and whispered something in her ear. Evan didn’t realize what he was doing until he had done it. In a flash he was across the room, grabbing Dexter by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into the wall next to the doorway.

A heat of tension was running through Evan and he felt like his anger was being electrified to a whole new level. Even if Dexter was his best friend, there was a limit to the interaction between him and his girlfriend. Growling, Evan glared Dexter right in the eyes, a killing look in his dark midnight blue eyes.

“That shit isn’t funny,” Evan snapped,

“Do anything like that again and I’ll seriously fuck you up, best friend or not.”