I don't know why, but my eyes filled up, stinging with the threat of tears wanting to fall. I blinked them back. Evan pushed his chair out and dragged it closer to mine. I held my breath as he reached his hand up to my jaw, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb against my bottom lip.
"I'm sorry something so devastating happened to your uncle … and I'm damn lucky to have you taking care of me."
Before I could thank him, his lips were on mine for a brief kiss.
"Let's go. You should get home and relax," he told me as he pulled away.
Folding my paper napkins over my plate, I grabbed my purse and took his extended hand, completely at ease as we walked hand in hand out the door and across the parking lot.
19
Samantha
It was nine at night and I was ready for bed. It was as pathetic as it sounded too, but I was tired, mostly from having to delete over eighty text messages from Austin that had piled up over the last few days. The frustration from this week's slew of texts got me to the point where I hardly looked at my phone anymore. I weighed the option of changing my number, but then I'd have to come clean to my parents about why. Taking in a long sigh, I plugged the phone into the charger and pulled the covers up my legs for an early night. Just as I switched off the bedside lamp, Kristy walked in.
"Hi. Aren't you supposed to be over at the sorority by now?" I asked.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out two black dresses. "No. We have a party to go to, darling. Get your ass out of bed. You're going, and I'm not taking no for an answer."
"I'm really not in the mood, hun."
"Too bad. You're coming."
I sat up in the bed. "Seriously, Kristy. Look at me." I pushed the hair out of my face. "I need a haircut … bad, and my eyebrows need waxing … " I stretched out my hands to show her my nails. "And see these? I can hurt someone with these unkempt nails."
She went over to her bedside drawer. "I can fix all of that in under an hour. Guaranteed."
"But I really don't feel like it."
"That's exactly why we're going," she said, throwing me one of the dresses. "Here's what's going to happen in the next forty-five minutes. You will let me shape your eyebrows, trim and paint your nails, and give you a hot up-do. After that, I'll do your makeup … and you're wearing this sexy, deep v-cut, backless, skin-tight, fuck-me dress that leaves nothing to the imagination." She smiled and pointed at her closet. "Pick any one of my heels. Not that you need it, but I want you looking and feeling seductive from head to toe so we can party in style, get drunk, and pick up a good-looking guy for you. Someone sexy and ripped, who's all hands and won't use his mouth to talk."
I groaned. Kristy had that willful look in her eye. I knew her well enough to know she would roll me out of the room in my pajamas if she had to. Giving her a death stare, I dragged myself out from under the covers and picked up my bathroom supplies, heading to the shower.
I was sold on the idea by the time we stepped into the chilly night air and drove over to the party in Kristy's cherry red BMW convertible. Heads turned when we found our way past the crowd on the large wraparound porch and got inside. They weren't turning for me. Although tonight I cleaned up rather nicely, Kristy was the stunner, and walked around as though she owned the place. Drinks were in our hands and a few guys were at our sides before I could make out what music was playing.
Kristy took my hand and smoothly moved to the music, navigating each room, giving a token nod or greeting to people as she passed by. It was her people. Her crowd. Her sorority sisters. Yet as the music pounded and the alcohol warmed my belly, they felt like my people too. I allowed myself to get swept up in the movement and energy thrumming around us, forgetting everything about school, football players, baseball, my stalker, my career, family, everything.
Why hadn't I come out with her before? It felt like one loud and lofty internal reset, and when the guys near us closed in and began to dance with us, I went with it.
"I told you this was a good idea!" Kristy shouted in my ear.
"Okay. You were right!" I agreed.
She passed our empty drink cups to the guy writhing against her ass, and full cups were in our hands in less than a minute. I was on my third drink before I got curious about whoever it was dancing behind me. I gave Kristy a head nod so she could check him out.
She raised her eyebrows. "He's pretty hot."
"Yours too!" I said, probably a little too loudly. That was the beer sinking in.
Just as the guy behind me moved around to face me and bust a move, a hand belonging to someone else touched my arm from behind. I turned to look, and a smile crept up my face.
Evan.
Why was I smiling like a teenaged fool? Biting my lip, I grazed down from his relaxed grin to his tight black muscle shirt and all those tattoos down his arms. He ran his fingers from my upper arm down to my hand, lacing his fingers in with mine and drawing me close. I went willingly. That was me, not the alcohol. I tilted my head as he lowered his toward the side of my face.
"This is a real surprise. I never pegged you for a party girl."
"I'm not." I smirked, inhaling his cologne mixed in with his unique masculine scent that already had me light-headed and floating into his chest. "You're into these sorority get-togethers?"
"I'm here with Mo." He nodded over to Kristy, who had replaced the first guy with Mo, and was getting rather cozied up to him.
I turned back to Evan and nodded. "Nice."
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Maybe later," I told him, wrapping his arm around my waist now that my defenses had been bowled over by the atmosphere, the music and my improved mood.
For a split second, he had an awestruck response to my forwardness, but soon our bodies connected with the music, his hands on my hips, mine around his neck, neither of us interested in talking. I turned and leaned my back into his chest, loving the heat radiating from his body to mine, and his hands roaming around my hips and midsection. We danced, drank some more, and I may have kissed him at some point.
"I should probably call it a night," Evan rumbled into my ear after about an hour, a few more drinks and a lot more songs. "With the physical therapy on my leg, and all."
I'd forgotten all about that. "Yes, of course. I should be going too." I looked around for Kristy, noticing I was in a haze. "You go ahead. I'll get my roommate and leave in a bit."
He nodded. "Sure. I'll wait, just in case she left with Mo."
I lurched around from room to room, steadying myself by hanging on to convenient walls, tables, and people, looking for any signs of Kristy. She was nowhere. Heading outside, I went around to the side of the building where she had parked. Her car was gone too. Evan was leaning against his car at the front of the house. "No luck, huh?"
"No." I pulled out my mini-pouch tucked inside my dress, yanking it up by the straps that hung around my neck. Checking my phone inside it, I saw her text that she was leaving, but Evan would take me home. That was an hour ago. "Are you okay to give me a ride home?"
"Sure." He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. "Hop in."
I didn't. I stepped over to him, rested my head on his chest and stared up at his gorgeous face. "Come up to my dorm room," I slurred. "I'm … ready … I want you … make love to me."
"Wow. Well … as much as I want to have you, I think you've had too much to drink, Samantha," he stammered, turning me around and gently guiding me to sit in the car. "I'll get you home now."
"No," I said to him when he got inside, putting a more concerted effort into sounding more like myself and less like the corner drunk. "I really want this." I was aiming for his shoulder but I ended up poking the side of his seat. "I'm not kidding. I choose you. You get to be my first."
He seemed entertained. That was not the reaction I was going for. "Okay, here's what we'll do. If you can walk a straight line when we get over to your dorm, I'll stay the night. Deal?"
"I'm a little tipsy, but sure. I can do this. It's a deal."
The trouble was, I was way past tipsy, and more than buzzed, and somewhere in the area code of hammered and plastered. Then I found out there was yet another stage of inebriation. Passed-out-wasted-chick drunk.
20
Evan
I woke up with Samantha in my arms. She had passed out cold last night, so I used the key in her pouch to get her up to her room. She'd stirred while I was putting her to bed and pleaded with me to stay. She didn't want to be alone.
What could I say to that?
I slept with her.
But we didn't have sex.
I never saw it coming. When did I ever wake up with a woman in my arms? When did I ever let a woman fall asleep in the same bed as me?
It was around eleven in the morning when I decided to slide out of the tiny bed and let myself out. She opened her eyes when I shifted my weight out from under her, then sat up with a start.