Page 19 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 7

Evelyn

Time slipped through my fingers. Before I knew it, Christmas had gone by and the New Year had arrived. I was lucky enough to be able to spend most of the time with the friends I'd lost contact with a long time ago, catching up on life.

Christmas was spent with Nana and Carter, a quiet and peaceful night and quite honestly the nicest Christmas I could have asked for. New Year's was spent at my sister's and all of her so-called “friends” which were more like business partners.

There was nothing better than seeing people who care about nothing but money get together. That was literally all they would talk about. I thought I would die before the New Year arrived, listening to their endless conversations about business and marketing. All of it seemed so monotonous, so boring. Nathan had spent most of the time chatting with me about what we thought their lives were like behind closed doors. We’d even managed a little escape to his studio for a bit.

As I tried to control my crazy curls and got dressed, I couldn't help but think of the new memories we'd formed that night. My heart beat a little bit faster and I smiled.

I jumped on the desk, sitting on it before I took a small sip of wine. Nathan looked back at me, drinking some of his wine as well before a small smile crept on his face.

“What?” I asked, placing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Nothing,” he said with a teasing smile.

“Tell me,” I insisted.

Nathan narrowed his eyes at me, walking up to the desk and placing his hands on each side of me. He was inappropriately close.

“The way you look right now is worth painting,” The way the words were spoken made my heart stutter. “Eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed, that pretty smile…”

“I think that's the drinks talking,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“No. Not at all.”

Entranced by his eyes, all I could do was look back at him with the same intensity. We'd gotten closer the past few days, sometimes talking at odd hours of the night. We weren't doing anything wrong by just having conversations, but part of me knew there was something else going on.

We were relying on each other since Hannah was never around, making the possibilities of what may happen endless…and something that should have been avoided at all costs.

Still, I found myself alone, looking back at a man who was devilishly handsome with just enough of an artistic and possessive streak to drive anyone crazy. Eyes that could hypnotize and lips that could kill.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice taking a husky tone that made me shift on the desk. It was drawing me in.

“Nothing,” I breathed.

Nathan smirked, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think I know,” he said, taking a curl in his hand.

“You don't.”

“I do. I'm thinking the same thing.”

My eyes widened and if I wasn't blushing before, I sure was then.

I sighed, jumping off the desk, my actions forcing Nathan to step away. I walked around the studio, looking around in an attempt to distract myself from whatever was happening between us. I couldn't though, not with his eyes glued on me. His mouth didn't say a word, but his eyes, God, his eyes promised things I shouldn't want.

“I think we should go back,” I said after a moment.

“Do you want to?” He snorted, shaking his head. “I sure as hell don't.”

Somehow he ended up in front of me again and cupped my face in his hands without warning.

“Ask what you need to ask,” he said quietly. “I can sense all these thoughts racing through your head. Just ask.”

“Have you cheated on Hannah before?”

Nathan shook his head, a serious expression on his face. “Never.”

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