The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

15. Home Sweet Set

It felt so good to be back at my trailer. I walked in and was greeted by two meowing fuzzballs. I dropped my bags on the floor and sat down, both cats climbed onto me, licking and rubbing any part of me that they could get to. Tom stepped around me so he could get in. He put his bags on the couch and watched me. I could feel the stress from the weekend start to fade.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

"Much. I should have brought Rebel." I said. By the time the convention had closed on Sunday, I couldn't even tolerate Tom touching me, my anxiety had gotten so bad. He'd been respectful of my desire to not be touched, but I could see it was a struggle for him, all he wanted to do was comfort me. I did use him as a pillow on the flight home, and he rested his head against mine.

"I'll be better once I get a shower." I added. The cats lost interest in me and had migrated over to greet Tom. He scooped up Rebel, who promptly started licking his beard.

"Well, why don't you do that, I'll put things away." He offered. I nodded and got up. It would feel nice to shower in my own space. That hotel shower was so cramped, it made my own small shower feel giant. Nothing compared to the shower at Tom's condo, though.

After my shower, I found Tom sitting on the bed, waiting for his turn, Sassy pawing at his nose. It was two in the morning, and I was dead exhausted. He tucked me in and kissed me before taking his shower.

I was still awake when he came to bed. He crawled in and I cuddled up to him, he wrapped me in his arms.

"So, we need to talk." I said in a hushed voice.

"We do, but not tonight." He said. "In the morning." He tilted my chin up so he could kiss me. Our naked bodies ignited, and soon he was in me, taking me to heaven.

"Good morning!" Andrea's voice cut through the fog of sleep. I was spooned against Tom, who was gently snoring in my ear. I heard her bustle around in the main room.

Tom stirred and squeezed me. I looked at the clock, it was nine. We had to be on set at ten thirty. I stretched out against Tom, who pressed into me.

"I'll make you guys breakfast." Andrea called out. "Busy day today. Ray wants to get through four scenes today, running till midnight. Dinner break at seven." She said. I could hear her pulling out dishes. "I'll have breakfast ready in about forty five minutes."

"Andrea, can you close the door, please?" I asked. She appeared, smiled at us, then closed the door.

I sat up and looked at Tom. My stomach was in knots. I felt the pressure in my bladder and I got up to relieve myself. As I made my way to the bathroom, I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. After I flushed the toilet, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, then stepped out, fully dressed.

Tom was sitting up looking at his phone. He excused himself to the bathroom. I sat on the bed crossed legged in the center, I grabbed a pillow and hugged it, wrapping my arms and legs around it.

Tom came out and pulled on a pair of lounge pants from his suitcase. He looked at me.

"You look like a child who knows they are in trouble."He said, almost amused. He came around and sat behind me, pulling me into his lap. "I'm not angry at you." He said softly. "I'm hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on."

He didn't give me a chance to respond. 

"I was angry, but then I remembered you've told me before that no one believed you about the abuse, so what reason would you have to tell me. You wouldn't, because experience tells you that no one will care." He said squeezing me tightly. This wasn't so bad, not even close to what I was expecting.