Page 21 of Curvy Crush
LOLA
It’s been two days since I walked away from Evan at his studio, and I haven’t heard or seen him since. For two days I’ve been working on finishing up the final edits on his photos. For two days, I’ve held my breath every time my phone rang. For two days, I’ve been able to do nothing but think of him and wonder what’s going to happen with us. At first, I wouldn’t let myself get excited about us hooking up, but then things really took off between us. I got excited even though he explained that he’s not ready for any kind of serious relationship yet. I completely understand and don’t want to rush him. I mean, after Hank, I was in no hurry to start anything up, and I didn’t even reallylovehim. Evan loved his ex, so I can see how something like that would take longer to get over.
But would it kill him to call me? Would it hurt him to reach out in some way? All I want to know is that everything is okay between us. Even if he hasn’t made his mind up. Just leaving me hanging like this feels like I was some dirty one-night stand that lasted the span of a week. I want to reach out, but, again, I don’t want him to feel like I’m trying to push or rush him. I tell myself to just hang in there. I’ll finish editing these pictures and when they’re complete, I’ll reach out when I have them done. If he wants to meet to go over them, I’ll take that as a sign that everything is okay. If he doesn’t, then I’ll know what all this really is.
I’m so confused on everything because I’ve never been with a man like Evan before. No man has ever told me I was beautiful. They never complimented my body, never brought up my eyes, or lips, or anything for that matter. I’ve been told that I’m funny, that I have a great personality, or that I’m a great friend. Evan is the only one who’s ever made me feel beautiful, and when he said those words, I fell head over heels even though I shouldn’t have. I liked the feeling of being wanted. I mean, practically every other woman gets to feel that. Why shouldn’t I?
I let out a long sigh as I push all the thoughts away, knowing that if I don’t focus, it will take me even longer to finish these photos, and that means I’ll have to wait longer to talk to him. I take a lunch break and I decide to walk to the bakery in hopes of bumping into him. Sadly, that isn’t the case. I pick up a salad and bring it back to my studio to get back to work. I check the time when I make it home; it’s his usual lunch time. I wonder if he’s started another project that’s keeping him busy. That would explain the silence.
I manage to finish the edits and I send him a text, letting him know that he should have everything in his inbox. I close the computer and go inside. I open the fridge and eye the bottle of wine. Why not drink my problems away? Then my phone chimes from my back pocket and I close the fridge and pull out my phone to see a message from him.
EVAN: Can you stop by the studio?
I frown at the text, wondering if this has anything to do with the photos. Did I miss something? Does he want to add more? Maybe he’s not happy with the quality.
LOLA: Of course. I’ll walk over now.
I lock up the house and start my walk over. I’m sick to my stomach the whole way, wondering what kind of news awaits me. At least I can’t get fired, I think as a giggle slips out. That’s the least of my concerns. The worst being that he’ll say, ‘Thanks for the fling but I don’t think it will work out.’ I’ve learned not to expect much.
I pull the big heavy metal door open and walk inside. I walk through the studio to the office where I find him sitting behind his desk, looking at something on the computer screen.
“Knock, knock,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.
He looks up and he’s smiling wide. “These are amazing, Lola,” he breathes.
“Really?” I ask, feeling my brows raise on their own.
He nods. “Yes, you really captured the emotion on the screen. The lighting, the angles, it’s all perfect.”
My smile breaks free now and I let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I’m really glad you like them.” I nod, feeling my body start to relax.
He stands from his desk and motions for me to come inside. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
Confused, I step into the office and turn to my left. There’s a big canvas on an easel and there is a sheet draped over it.
“I’m sorry I’ve been silent. I was just feeling so inspired and this took up all of my time. I wanted to show you.”
“Oh, okay,” I agree.
He steps up to the painting and pulls on the sheet. The white cloth falls down revealing the canvas and the portrait beneath. It’s me, but a way better version of me. I’m wearing a white dress and my red hair is curled perfectly and framing my face. My lips are big and bold and shining. My eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I’ve ever seen. I’m completely breathless and blown away.
“Is…is this me?” I manage to get out.
He nods and steps in front of the canvas so I’m looking at him instead. “I know how you see you, but I wanted you to know howIsee you. You seem to only see the things that you deem not good enough. You see what society has taught you to see as flaws, but they’re not flaws, Lola. You’re beautiful and you’re a good person and when you put those two things together, you’re perfect. You may not be perfect for just anybody, but you’re perfect for me.”
Tears fill my eyes but I don’t know what to say or do. I can’t move. I can’t speak.
“You see, I didn’t think that I was ready for a relationship or commitment, but these last couple days, all I’ve been able to do is think about you. My whole life revolved around you. I couldn’t eat without thinking about you. I couldn’t sleep without dreaming of you. And when I tried to work, this is what came out of me. Being away from you has been killing me, and I don’t want to do it anymore.” He shoves his hands into his pockets like he’s afraid I might blow him off, but I stop him when I throw myself into his arms and kiss him like he’s the air I need to breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me closer by my hips. His hands dip lower to my ass, kneading and squeezing like his hands have missed being on me.
He lifts me up and sets me on his desk. Our mouths are all over one another along with our hands, which are busy pulling away clothes. I tug his shirt up over his head and toss it into the floor behind me and he kisses down my neck, his fingers quickly unbuttoning my shirt and slowly exposing more and more of my chest to him.
Before I know it, we’re both completely naked and laying on the floor of his office behind his desk. He slides into me and fills me to the brim. I’ve never been with someone as big as Evan before, yet he fits me perfectly, like we were made for one another. His hands tour my body, squeezing, caressing, and massaging as he moves inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to my breaking point. I feel my release begin to rise and I know I’m going to shatter at any moment. When he brings his hand between us and starts rubbing circles around my clit, my orgasm hits me full force. My heart is racing, my breathing is labored, and I feel like I’m floating up out of my body. My toes go numb and every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. I completely lose myself, like the ocean has pulled me under.
After the last wave washes over me, I suck in a long breath and feel my body start to come down from the high. His hips start to move faster and he’s thrusting into me harder, going deeper. His brows pull together, causing two little lines to form between them. His thrusts grow erratic and then finally, he spills himself inside of me.
He comes to a stop on top of me, breathing hard and covered in a sheen of sweat. His heart is pounding so hard I can feel it beating against my chest. I run my fingers through his shaggy dark hair and I tug his lips to mine. He kisses me breathless and when he pulls away, his eyes are a crystal blue.
“Lola, will you marry me?”
