Page 94 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 34

Evelyn

My lips parted, savoring the feel of Nathan's lips on my bare back. It was an early morning; I had school in two hours and he had a class to give, but for the time being, all that mattered was us and the bed.

“That feels nice,” I mumbled when his hands joined in, massaging the tense muscles of my shoulders. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan that still escaped as a whimper. Nathan stopped, hands stilling over my still aching muscles.

“You should try not to make noises like that if you want to keep it at just a massage,” he warned.

I hummed, a smile playing to my lips. “If you keep going with the massage you just might get something else,” I teased. “Maybe.”

His low chuckle filled my ears and his hand traveled down, squeezing the soft skin of my ass before going between my legs. I gasped, groaning when he slid a finger in without much trouble.

“Don't act like you have the upper hand here, Evie,” he said, his voice husky.

Within a few short minutes, he showed me who did have the upper hand, making me forget all about the busy day we had ahead of us.

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Nathan laced his fingers with mine as he drove to the university. I couldn't help but feel giddy, being with him was perfect. We were flawed and in many ways had a lot of growing up to do, but we both wanted to grow up and old together. There was still a long road ahead of us.

I looked down at our hands, the bracelet he'd recently given me sparkling underneath the shine of the sun. Nathan had given it to me a few days ago after our argument and his “I love you” confession. It wasn't fancy, it wasn't one of those extravagant jewelry pieces that would catch the attention of anyone. But he'd given it to me and for that, it was much more significant than the most expensive pieces of jewelry in the world.

I smiled, thinking back to that night.

Nathan hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my head. We were watching our friends talk: David conversing calmly with his wife and Tessa, their conversation flowing easily despite the different worlds they were from.

Carter had just formed a friendship with the bikers, giving them tips on how to care for their bikes. It turned out that Carter had been part of that very same biker group years ago.

I just couldn't picture it.

And Nathan was holding me, kissing me…treating me like a queen.

After our argument, we'd realized how stupid it had been. Both of us stressed and worried for different reasons had made us act impulsively and say things we didn't mean. I didn't want that to happen again, neither of us did.

“I love being with you like this,” I whispered with a sigh.

“I do too, Evelyn.”

He cleared his throat, turning me around with a cautious smile.

“I have something for you,” he said, taking a box out of his pocket.

I felt the color rise up to my cheeks, but deciding to mask my nervousness with a joke I said, “Now, Mr. Maxwell. You haven't even gotten divorced, you can't go around making proposals all over the place.”

Nathan snorted, giving me a mock glare.

“Very funny, Evie.” He opened up the box, the sparkling of a small bracelet catching my eye. In the middle of the bar, he took it out, gently gripping my wrist and caressing it before putting it on me.

“Carpe diem.” I smiled, reading the inscription on it.

He tilted my chin up, a proud smile on his face. “I thought it was fitting, given our situation. I don't know what my future holds, but I see you in it.” His gaze was loving. Tender. “I only see you. For now, though, I want to enjoy every second and minute we have together, none of the rest matters. I promise, though, as soon as that divorce is signed by Hannah, I'm taking you away, starting my life with you, Evelyn, and I can't wait.”

I sniffled and he chuckled, wiping away a single tear. “You really shouldn't make me cry or Poison will beat your ass.” I laughed.

“Damn right, I will,” she said, appearing behind me. “You treating her right, Maxwell?”

“All the time,” he said, bringing me to his chest.

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