Page 113 of The Wrong Side Of Us

“Baby, Evie what’s wrong?” I murmured, hearing my voice thick with emotion. I couldn’t see; my vision had become blurry at seeing Evelyn so distraught.

I heard Carter behind me, regretful. “I’m so sorry, Evelyn.”

“Tell them all to leave,” Evie hiccupped. “I need everyone to leave, please…I’m begging you.”

The desperation.

“I think it’s time for everyone to go,” I said, not sparing anyone a glance.

Within a few minutes, everyone left, but Evie’s crying hadn’t ceased at all. I shut the door behind us, still holding her close to me.

I’d seen her sad; I’d seen her wrecked.

But I’d never seen her so hopeless.

“Baby,” I whispered, cupping her face in my hands. “What happened?”

She squeezed her eyes shut as I rested my forehead against hers, my thumbs tracing the outline of her cheekbones, capturing the endless tears that kept flowing without any sign of stopping.

“Evie, tell me—”

She stopped me, tilting her head up, her longing lips locking with mine. Desperate. Tormented. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pressing her body as close to mine as she could.

“We need to talk,” I whispered against her lips.

She shook her head, opening her eyes to look up to my own. “I can’t,” Evie replied, voice breaking. “Please, I don’t want to.”

“What do you need?” I asked, hoping to find a way to help her.

It was as if the question was another kick to her stomach; she breathed in, breaking into another sob. Evie was no longer in control of her emotions; I saw it clearly then. But her words, they took my breath away.

“I need someone to love me,” she cried.

I kissed her, knowing this time words wouldn’t be enough.

I didn’t know if they would ever be enough again.

Chapter 44

Evelyn

I never knew kisses could be magical.

Nathan’s lips moved with mine hungrily, as if with it the pain would disappear. My hands tugged at his shirt, not breaking the kiss even as I unbuttoned it.

There was nothing I needed more in that moment than to feel him against me, his hands on my skin, his body against mine. The safety of his arms around me. I felt like I was falling, falling without stopping into a dark hole I wasn’t sure I would be able to crawl out of. It kept pulling me in, its grip too tight to fight.

Love me.

His gaze met mine, desperate and longing, like this was all he’d been waiting to do all day. He pulled off his shirt, his lips falling on mine once again as if he couldn’t stay away from me. Nate was just as heartbroken as I was, his teeth nipping at my lips passionately while he walked backwards, his hands also working with the jeans I wore. Soon I stepped out of them, straddling Nathan on the sofa, my legs on each side of his body.

The place didn’t matter; the only thing I could think of was forgetting my pain, the fucking ache that was taking over every cell in my body. His arms surrounded me tightly, trying to shield me from my feelings.

He broke off the kiss, his lips brushing my cheek softly, a quiet sigh escaping as he felt the tears that were still there. I savored the contact of him against my skin, the soothing effect traveling through my veins and settling in each one of the pieces of my broken heart.

I whimpered as his hands traveled under my shirt, and he pulled it over my head, unclasping my bra immediately. He looked at me for a moment with an emotion I couldn’t place; I let out a ragged breath as my fingers rested on his hard chest. His hesitation frightened me. Did he not want me?

Need me.

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