Page 39 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 14

Evelyn

Jenna, Helen, and I were in the back patio, each of us with too many textbooks scattered around us, knowing that we had assignments piling up now that midterms were approaching. I couldn't focus on anything with the pounding headache I had.

I groaned, closing my textbook in frustration and lying down on the blanket. The gazes of my friends were on me, curious and wandering. I couldn't tell them that I was thinking about Nathan's counseling sessions being increased to two days a week. I couldn't tell them that last night we'd been kissing in my bedroom. And I sure as hell couldn't tell them that I wanted him so badly it physically hurt.

“What's wrong, girl?” Jenna asked, taking my lack of interest in studying as a sign for her to take a break.

“Yeah, you're all tense,” Helen said, taking a sip of her drink.

“I'm just tired,” I mumbled, placing an arm over my face. The thought of Nate being away with Hannah right now didn't help. Their counselor had insisted on going during the day this week and Nathan had no choice but to oblige. A few days had gone by since we'd started this relationship of sorts and I couldn't focus, hating the fact that I couldn't tell anyone about us yet. There was no one else to blame though; this had been our decision and I'd have to live with the consequences more than likely for the rest of my life.

“What aren't you telling us?” Helen asked, her eyes narrowed in on me.

I want a man that I shouldn't want.

“Oh, I just have this really long paper to write,” I said with a sigh.

Jenna smirked, an eyebrow raised as she began teasing. “It's a guy, isn't it? Evelyn has a crush on someone.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide the smile on my face. They wouldn't get anything out of me but even with the crazy circumstances, I was happy. Something told me Nathan and I would have quite a story to tell later on.

“Do we know him?” Jenna nudged me.

“Not saying a word,” I replied.

The girls kept talking, trying to discover who it was that was in my head. When they realized they wouldn't get a word out of me, they groaned in frustration. This would be my little secret for now, a secret I'd protect till the end if need be. It was a risky call, allowing myself to potentially fall for someone who was taken, but he was only taken in the legal aspect. Emotionally, there was no attachment to Hannah.

There didn't seem to be, anyway.

“What are you all doing out here?”

I jumped on my feet so damn fast that I almost broke my legs. Hannah was home. That meant that Nathan was probably here too. She looked irritated, no surprise there.

“You're home,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“You are too,” she said, annoyed. “Try not to wreak havoc with your…friends, okay?”

I pursed my lips together but nodded, doing my best to not go off on her. It seemed like lately, that's all I did, try my best to control myself around her, around Nathan, around everyone. I wanted to not have to control myself, I wanted to just let go, be free for an hour at least.

The girls stayed for a couple of hours that ended up being completely unproductive. They talked about an upcoming party on campus that they wanted me to go to, but I refused. That same night my sister had some type of dinner with a potential client, and Nathan and I had planned on being together.

When they were finally gone, I dragged myself upstairs, walking straight into the restroom in my room. I washed my face, letting the cool water wash away the day. I was exhausted, wanted to go lie down and rest.

“I don't even know why you wear makeup,” I heard behind me. I gasped in shock, quickly rinsing my face, only to find Nathan standing behind me with a smirk.

“I didn't hear you come in,” I said, wide-eyed.

“I know,” he embraced me from behind, wrapping his arms around me. I took in the image of him holding me from the mirror, a smile forming on my lips.

I wanted to feel guilty for this but couldn't no matter how much I tried. It just felt too right to be wrong, too perfect to be flawed. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, feeling him tilt my chin up to kiss him. A soft hum left my lips after the long day without seeing him.

“How was your day?” I asked, feeling how a hand moved my hair away and then the softness of his lips at the nape of my neck.

“I don't want to talk about it.” He nipped at my skin, causing heat to gather in the most intimate places of my body.

“That bad?”

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