Page 67 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 25

Nathan

The girl could sleep. I knew I should have gotten out of there hours before Hannah woke up but it was safe to say that I was officially pussy whipped. Evelyn stirred, sighing sleepily before her eyes fluttered open. She frowned, looking over at the time before covering her face with a pillow.

“I look like shit.”

I chuckled, moving the pillow away from her face. She covered her face with her hands then, and I moved them away as well, kissing her before she could do or say anything to stop me. Smiling, she kissed me back, her hands tugging gently at my hair.

I settled on top of her, her legs opening up for me immediately. Nuzzling into her neck, I reveled in the small cries of pleasure that left her lips as I kissed her skin, whispering how beautiful she is, how fucking insane she drives me.

She looked into my eyes then and smiled warmly, reaching up and kissing me.

I had fallen in love with her and never wanted to get back up.

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I watched as Evelyn got dressed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a white spaghetti strap shirt. She didn't need any dressing up, she was stunning exactly like she was. Her eyes lit up when she saw me through the mirror and she turned around, placing her hands on the waistband of the pants I wore. She pulled on them, a teasing glow in her eyes.

“You freak.” I kissed her deeply. She beamed, for the first time since her Nana's death she looked truly happy.

“You made me a freak,” she whispered, nipping at my neck. “And don't shave, I like this.”

I chuckled, admiring her beautiful features.

If there was one good thing that came out of meeting the Carsons, it was meeting her. I had no clue how the divorce would work or if it would be easy, but I knew I wanted to go through with it just to have something to offer Evie.

“What?” I asked when she tilted her head to the side, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against my chest.

“I love when you look at me like that,” she said softly.

“Like how?”

She shrugged, blushing. “I don't know. You have this thing with your eyes,” Evie looked down, running her tongue over her lower lip. She really had no clue what little actions like that caused. “You make me feel like I can do anything,” she finally said. “Like I'm special, treasured. I've never felt that way before.”

“It's a shame,” I said, my chest constricting at the knowledge that she’d never felt that way before. She furrowed her eyebrows in question. “You are all those things and more.”

Evelyn smiled then, so full of joy and happiness that it brightened up the room. After seeing her depressed for so many days it was good to see she was okay.

There was still a long road ahead of us; one full of bumps and where we would end up bruised, but I'd be there for her. We'd be each other’s support.

She squealed in surprise when I picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and letting her fall on it with a soft bounce.

“What are you doing?” she asked, throwing her head back in a fit of laughter when my hands brushed her sides.

“Ticklish, are we?”

Evie's eyes widened in alarm. “Don't you…fuck, stop Nathan!”

She laughed so loud I knew her family could probably hear her downstairs. They'd probably ask questions but I'd come up with something then. For that moment I'd memorize her laugh.

“I'll get you back,” she breathed when I let her go.

“I'm sure you will,” I said, kissing the top of her nose.

“I don't want to go out there,” she sighed. “My parents are probably here and-”

“Hey,” I stopped her, brushing her hair back. “It's okay. I'm going to be there too. If you want I'll go out there first. Do you want me to do that?”

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