Page 104 of Over the Edge

I spent so long running from her. So long doing everything I could to keep her at a healthy distance. I’m done with that. Running back to her is all I ever want to do from here on out.

“Garrett.” She nods and her face finally softens. “That makes me feel a bit better, but I’m not sure if that’s the shock. Promise me one thing. If you leave, make sure not to give me a cryptic text that leads me to question everything.”

“I promise.”

“What happened to your feelings never changing?” she asks, and for the first time today, I’m gifted with a genuine smile from her.

“Well, that’s what happens when you go assuming you know exactly how I feel.”

“You…” I’ve made her speechless and I might deserve some sort of award for achieving that.

“Have felt this way about you before you walked up Alina’s driveway and crashed my vacation. Evelyn, you get under my fucking skin, but I want you there. I need your dumb T-shirts and jokes that you make up just to make me uncomfortable because when you’re next to me, well, I breathe easier too,” I say. With each word her expression brightens, until her eyes blaze with emotion. “When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I’m falling behind.”

“Well, if we’re making confessions. I do have a folder of photos of you on my phone from this trip and no matter how hard I tried…none of them turned out ugly.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“So, we’re together,” she confirms.

“We are,” I say, and her smile grows.

“And you were jealous when you saw Oliver dancing with me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be. I just want to make that clear.”

I squeeze her hand. “Well, I was and I needed to touch you.”

“You’re barely touching me now,” she says, her voice lowering.

“Should I be doing more? You already have me on my knees.”

“That’s a stupid fucking question, Larson.”

My hands sweep up her sides, and she starts to strip off the sweater, revealing a sheer blue lace bra. Her legs spread and I press my body into the space she’s created for me. Space here, space in the future. I’m not under the illusion that things are perfect, but maybe this right here can be a small type of perfect.

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur into the soft skin of her stomach.

“Convince me all over again that you were always going to come back. Show me exactly what you would have missed if you didn’t.”

“These.” I cup one of her breasts then press my mouth to the other, swiping my tongue over the lace straining against her peaked nipple. “I fucking would have dreamed every night about these.”

She moans arching into me. “What else?”

I start to work at the button of her jeans. “Stand up and I’ll show you.”

The bucket she was sitting on scrapes against the floor. Her hands press into my shoulders as she rises. She starts to move them.

“Stop. Keep your hands on me, you might need a little help standing,” I tell her as I pull down the jeans over the curve of her ass. Lifting my hand, I ghost my fingers over the thincotton covering her pussy. I pull back and her fingers dig into my shoulders, as if she’s fighting the urge not to touch herself. Instead of teasing her more, I pull down her underwear.

“Touch me, Garrett, please, fucking touch me,” she begs.

“How can I say no now that you’ve asked twice?” I ask, lowering my head to settle between her thighs. The flat of my tongue swipes along her and she lets out a muffled sound. I stop then press a kiss to the rise of her hip.

I continue the progression across the plane of her stomach. She squirms, so when I press my thumb to her clit she starts to rub against it. I make slow circles as I feel her continue to get wet. My hand sinks lower to cup her.

“I would have missed this, Eve. I would have missed how you turn me on with every sound you make. I would have missed seeing my fingers fuck you,” I say, punctuating my words with a finger slipping into her. I put my mouth to better use than talking as I lap at her clit.

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