Page 150 of When Fate Breaks
I stick out my leg backwards, lightly pushing the door with my shoe until it clicks closed. “I don’t know, Jacks. If I’m honest, I’m just still trying to figure out if I’m awake or still dreaming.”
The humor fades from Evangeline’s face as she steps forward, placing her hands on my chest. “You’re awake,” she says. “And I meant what I said about you not being able to get rid of me now even if you tried. I’m not going anywhere, Blake. Never again. I promise.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “And I won’t let you. Never again. I promise.”
Evangeline smiles, fisting my shirt and pulling my face down to hers. She kisses me for just a moment before pulling back suddenly, her brow furrowed. “What did your mom have to show you?” she asks.
“I’ll tell you everything,” I say, my lips pulling into a smirk. “But first, we have some catching up to do.” I squat down, scooping her up from behind her thighs. She lets out a surprised laugh, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walk her over to the bed. It squeaks loudly in protest as I toss her on top of it and crawl on top of her.
“This is so sexy,” Evangeline deadpans in response to the noisy bed.
“Shut up,” I tell her, covering my lips with hers.
“Blake, we’re gonna get caught,” she mumbles against my lips.
“Evangeline, we’re nearly thirty years old.”
She chuckles, kissing me once more. “I guess you’re right,” she says. “Fuck it.”
“Language, Evangeline,” I mutter into her neck as I drag my mouth down it.
“Shut up,” she pants, knocking my baseball cap off my head and threading her fingers into my hair, sending goosebumps down my spine, “and show me all the things you’re capable of nowadays.”
My fingers dig into her hips, heat rushing through me at the way she threw my earlier words and their intentions right back at me. I drop my head, pressing my lips to the small tattoo on her right inner arm.“Yes, ma’am,” I say, giving her everything she deserves.
Seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours. Clothes hit the floor, heat fills the air, and neither of us know where one of us begins and the other ends. It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re one. Just like we were always meant to be. Like we’ll stay forever.
Eventually, we lay still, our breaths evening and skin cooling. Evangeline lifts her head from my chest, her golden brown eyes meeting mine. “Hi,” she whispers, cheeks flushed and grinning.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Hi there,” I reply.
“So.”
“So,” I echo her.
“What now, Di Fazio?” Evangeline asks.
“Whatever we want.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she replies. She stares at me for several seconds, her eyes searching my face.
“Words,” I whisper. Her brows raise. “I know you know how to use them. You just used plenty–”
I’m cut off by her swatting my chest. “Shut up,” she cries, breaking off into laughter.
“Out with it,” I push.
“I was just thinking–”
“Oh no–”
“I was justthinking,” she carries on, ignoring my remarks, “...that…I wantyou.”
My chest warms as a smile comes to my face. “You have me,” I say.
Evangeline bites her bottom lip, containing her own grin. “Then I guess we’ll just figure the rest out.”
