Page 45 of Without a Doubt

She doesn't like football, but damn. When she talks about it and knows what she's talking about, I wish she loved it. Eva catches me staring at her as conversation resumes. She leans in even more to whisper.

“You look as if you want to do dirty things to me.”

“I do. A girl talking sports is always hot.”

Eva grins. “Sucks for you that I don't like it. I don't think I'll fulfill whatever fantasy you have of me wearing a football jersey.”

“All right, all right,” I chuckle. She takes the pillow from next to me, lays it in my lap, and lies down with her head in my lap and her feet in Glen's. “Don't fall asleep,” I warn. “I'll leave you on the couch.”

Eva rolls her eyes at me before getting comfortable. It's great to know she takes my threats seriously. But then, she knows as well as I do that she won't be sleeping on the couch even if she falls asleep. Before when she's fallen asleep, there was only the TV on in the background. Before the fourth quarter is over, she's sound asleep even though we're all talking. I guess sound isn't an issue for her.

Everyone groans when the team we're all rooting for loses. If Eva had been awake, I wonder if she would gloat. Not long after the game ends, the guys leave.

“I'm going to hit the road. If Eva needs a ride back to campus, I can take her,” Glen offers.

I shake my head. “She's staying here tonight anyway. Are you two okay?”

“Yeah. We're family. There's nothing I could do that she wouldn't forgive me for.” He pauses. “Hey, Emerson?”

“Yeah?”

“I'm glad you told her.”

I glance down at Eva because I hadn't yet told Glen that Eva knew about Kelly, which means she told him. “Was she mad because she found out you knew about Kelly and didn't tell her when she started seeing me?”

“No. I told her and I'll tell you; y'all can talk to me about each other, but I'm not intervening unless I think it's what's best for Eva. I'm sure you already figured out my loyalty is with her. Anyway, I'm glad you told her and for both of you, I hope Kelly doesn't become a problem.” He looks at Eva and I know that most, if not all, of what he's telling me is for her benefit in the end. “I'm heading out.” He lifts her feet and stands without waking her. “Let me know when you want to hit up Smitty's this week.”

“Will do.”

And then there were two. I shake Eva's shoulder and say, “Eva, wake up.” I needed the bathroom an hour ago. She grumbles, but otherwise makes no motion to wake up. “At least let me get up.” I can't help laughing when she glares at me as she sits up. When I return, she's groggy still. “Come on, sunshine. Let's go to bed.”

“I love when you call me that,” she mumbles.

I smile and crouch before the couch. “Want me to carry you to bed?”

“You're so sweet, too.” Eva sighs a little dreamily, which means she's waking up. “I'll carry myself. Go on and I'll meet you there.”

“Okay.” I kiss her forehead and then go on my way. She has until I change my clothes for me to hear her moving around or I'm going to get her myself. I begin to change, shedding the shirt and pants for a pair of sweats. I hear a toilet flushing, so looks like I won't have to carry her to bed. She enters the room as I'm climbing into bed. I watch her go to her bag, grab some pajamas, and begin to change at the foot of the bed.

“Who won the game?” Eva asks.

“Blue team.”

“Not surprised.”

My eyes are glued to her body as she takes off all her clothes first. She's standing in only underwear as she removes her bra. Her curves are begging for my hands to glide down them. Her hanging, heavy breasts are desperately waiting to be cupped in my hands. My mouth is dry with need to taste every inch of her body.

Her shirt slipping over her chest snaps me out of my thoughts. What were we talking about again? A few seconds go by as Eva shimmies into her pair of pajama pants before I remember. Football. “Now I know why you aren't a sports fan.”

Eva climbs into bed next to me. “Why is that, Emerson?”

“You don't gloat. I thought everyone gloated.”

“I would if it was something I cared about. Like if we made a bet and I won, I'd gloat for days. Maybe even weeks.” I laugh, but abruptly stop when she casually asks, “How many girls have you slept with?”

I stare dumbfounded at her. It's been a little while since Eva asked me a question out of the blue. However, I don't think there could ever be a time when I wouldn't be caught off guard by such a question.

“Why would you want to know that?”

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