Still walking away from me, I heard him mutter a sarcastic, “Yeah, right.”
Deciding it was better to leave my things in Evan’s room than out in the open of a home filled with college guys, I begrudgingly went down the hall. His room was cleaner than the living room, that was for sure. And pretty minimalistic like it was back in Rutland. Either he didn’t care about having a lot of crap, or he didn’t want it here for his roommates to go through. I dropped my bag on the floor of the closet and turned to leave, eyeing what looked to be a pretty comfy bed. It was really easy to picture Evan laying there, sprawled out across the mattress, moving closer and closer to the edge to seek me out as he slept, which he always did on the nights our bodies broke apart.
The soothing image caused a sigh to release deep within me. Home.
I hated doing it, but I had to tell Robert the truth…that Evan was the one I wanted back. “Yeah,” he had said, his head dipping. “I figured, after that last kiss.” He wasn’t mad. Or even upset. At least not on the surface. He kissed me on forehead and held me in a long hug, murmuring for me not to be a stranger. I wasn’t sure if we’d ever get back the friendship we once had, and that saddened me. I could only hope that Evan wouldn’t mind a continued friendship, though I imagined any future in person contact with Robert would only be at public social gatherings between our shared friends. And that was something I was willing to do…for Evan.
If he would even take me back, that was.
Shane, whose name I learned on the way to TJ’s Pool House, had me dropped off in less than ten minutes. But before I could step out into the warm air, he said, “I should warn you that Evan and Kenny are meeting some girls here tonight.”
I froze, my head dipping at an angle towards him in disbelief. “Now you tell me this? You had me leave my bag in his room.”
He shrugged. “You already came this far. Were you really going to turn around and go home?”
I turned my attention out the passenger side window. Bright neon lights shined down from the rooftop, painting my bare legs a sickening shade.
“Don’t worry about it. He hasn’t shown interest in any of the girls he’s met lately. Like I said, you’ve f**ked him up pretty well.” My eyes glared as my head slowly turned his way, probably all creepy like that Exorcist girl, if the neon lights were hitting me right. It hardly fazed him. He lifted his fingers up on the steering wheel. “Just calling it like I see it.”
“Don’t hold back, Shane,” I mocked. “Tell me how you really feel.”
Again he shrugged, but his body language didn’t really scream ill-will. I muttered my thanks for the ride, then made my way in.
It was only nine o’clock, but a surprising amount of people already filled out the warehouse, mostly kids my age. My heart really began to pound, and when I didn’t see him right off the bat, I ordered some liquid courage before venturing deeper in.
Can’t believe he’s on a f**king date. Serves me right for just showing up at my ex-boyfriend’s without an invitation. The last time I did that I had a bitch-war with my ex’s mom. Maybe me and Evan’s new princess can have a go-round too.
I meandered through, ignoring the suggestive leers of some and refusing the come-on attempts by the more confident ones. At least these guys were around my age. Older guys totally creeped me out when they did that.
My feet froze on the cheap, stained carpet beneath them. There he was, at one of the pool tables along the back wall. It took a second glance to be sure, ‘cause he was now rockin’ a shaved head that was pretty damn sexy, a purr rolling its way up my throat in agreement.
Sure enough, a girl was standing beside him as he leaned against the wall, playfully dragging her fingertips down the bicep that peeked beneath his short-sleeved gray t-shirt. He was talking to her, but his eyes were focused on the guy breaking the set. Blondie’s shirt left nothing to the imagination, and the hair she playfully flipped like a headbanger was longer than the length of her skirt. And since it barely skimmed her shoulders, that was saying something about the skirt.
I groaned. Did girls turn their noses up at me the night I wore one of those freakin’ miniskirts?
Call me nosy, curious, or even jealous, but I opted to sit at a table for awhile. Evan wasn’t doing anything wrong, or anything he wasn’t allowed to do, I just felt the need to observe. Or maybe I just needed a little more time for the alcohol to tame my jitters.
I slowly sipped on my Amaretto Sour, enjoying Blondie’s attempts to connect their skin. For me, the best part came when she shot the cue ball wildly across the table, and it hit the back wall. That’s when she pulled out the pouty lower lip and begged for help. (Insert eye roll here). Evan obliged, of course, but I smiled when he kept a gap between their bodies. When he offered to show me, there wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t trying to invade mine. Though Blondie certainly tried numerous times to back into his package…
I let this go on another ten minutes, shooing away two more hungry suitors, before I finally picked up my phone. Pulling up Evan’s name, I sent the text, Losing interest in teaching? You were so enthusiastic when you taught me how to play.
About twenty seconds later he reached into his pocket. After reading it, he curiously scanned the crowd. My mouth spread east to west, knowing there was no way he would recognize my new number. Not finding me in the darkness, he thumbed his phone, then turned back to watch Kenny sink his next shot.
My phone vibrated on the small round table. Who is this? I laughed to myself, not surprised I wasn’t the only girl he had enthusiastically taught pool to. Though with only one semester under his belt at Penn State, he probably didn’t have too many here.
Dare you to come find out.
The two girls made a beeline for the bathroom just as he pulled his phone out again. He pocketed it, said something to Kenny and left with his beer. Unfortunately, he went the wrong way around the bar, so I had to wait for him to circle and make his way into the dimness that enveloped me.
I leaned forward over the table, the pound of my heart intensifying, waiting for the moment his eyes would connect with mine. His body halted the moment they did, so dumbfounded he did nothing. Eyes pinched, his advance was so glacial I feared this was gonna go south really quickly. With pressed lips, he set his bottle on the table and leaned over it opposite of me, still cold.
“Hey,” I said fearfully.
He just stared at me, and the heart that cried so hard for him these past two months began to panic against its prison of ribs.
“What are you doing here?”
Yikes. That wasn’t happiness to see me. Compared to the Evan that showed love and heartache for me walking out the door, this Evan’s attitude was reserved for the guy that used to give him wedgies in grade school. Suddenly I wanted to bolt. I’d run all the way back to Rutgers if I had to.
Shaken, I said, “I need to talk to you.”
He dropped his head and roughly stroked his eyebrows. “Jenna, you’re not supposed to be here,” he said slowly, firmly.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His head shook, but when his eyes lifted to meet mine again, I recognized the resignation within them. It hurt him to see me, but something inside was fighting the desire to shove me off and send me away packing.
“You surprised me that night, okay? There were things left unsaid, and I need my chance to say them.”
I wished his face wasn’t so nonchalant. I could tell his mind was debating, but nothing hinted to which side was winning, the hear her out side or the kick her to the curb side.
“You once asked me of the same, and even though I felt I shouldn’t have, I met with you anyways. For you.” And look how well that turned out. “Please,” I softly begged.
“Alright,” he surrendered. “Say what you need to.”
My lips curled to one side as the jitters in my stomach began to scatter and weaken. “Can we talk somewhere private?” My attention shifted back to his group of friends. “Some place you won’t have an impatient, maybe aggressive, date coming to look for you?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn. Kenny and his date were making out, leaving Evan’s date to scan the crowd looking for him, her fingernails quickly tapping both sides of her hips. I could almost hear the tap-tap-tap clear over here.
We turned back in sync and I lifted my eyes in amusement. Evan just replied, “Yeah,” finished his beer and motioned his head for me to get up. Internally, I ahhed when his hand found the back of my shoulder, guiding me through the maze of tables and out the door to his truck.
As he opened the passenger door for me, I playfully said, “You brought Old Red with you.”
That got a partial smile out of him. “She may be old but she’s still reliable.”
Once out of the parking lot and headed wherever he was gonna take us, he asked, “So how’d you find me?”
“You’re not the only one with P.I. connections.” I waited until I felt the yeah, right stare before adding, “Okay, I called your father.”
“Figures. You know my mother would’ve given it to you, too.”
“Yeah, but your father was less likely to rat me out.” He nodded his agreement. “Did he?”
“Nope.” By the way his hand just tightened on the steering wheel, if this night didn’t turn out like I had hoped, Evan’s dad was gonna get an earful in the morning.
The rest of the ride went in silence and I wished I had the ability to tune in to his inner monologue, ‘cause the subtle head shakes and face twitches were endless.
We parked outside his rental and were half way up the walk when his phone rang. “Yeah?...God, no…Just tell her you don’t know…Alright, I’ll see you.” He pocketed his phone as he opened the door and led us inside. “Kenny plans to bring that Tara chic back here, so let’s just go to my bedroom. Last thing I want to hear is her screaming about ditching her friend for you.”
I nodded and followed him down the hall, where he closed and locked the door behind us. He kicked his shoes off in the closet – if he noticed my bag, he didn’t acknowledge it. I followed his lead and slid off my short heels and shrugged off my denim jacket, revealing the sleeveless cotton dress beneath with a ruffled bust, empire waist and eyelet lace hem.
Evan’s eyes lingered longingly as he looked me up and down. Once he realized what he was doing, he got annoyed with himself and stalked me with fisted hands. I backed myself against a wall and he blocked me in on one side with his arm. My heart sped up, but I fought the urge to reach out and pull him flush against me, knowing he was walking a really fine line. “Jenna? Do you have any idea how hard this is for me right now?” he said with mild aggravation, the edge in his voice rising. “I had to fight so hard to stay away from you. I couldn’t even stay in Rutland because I didn’t trust myself not to walk into that damn bookstore. I had to delete your phone number because I kept opening up your contact page and looking at your photos.” The muscles in his neck twitched, and his lower jaw jerked twice. He didn’t say anything about deleting those photos… “Your being here is going to force me back to square one.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat with difficulty. I hadn’t meant to cause him that much pain, but after being miserable without him, I knew exactly what he’d gone through. My words quivering, I whispered, “I want you back.”
My words made him groan, and his forehead collapsed between my neck and shoulder, his head rocking sideways. His second hand came up and pressed me in on the other side, his lower half bent over like he was ready to tackle. The scent of his sweet and spicy cologne wafted up my nose, luring me, pleasing me, and I couldn’t keep from tracing my fingers up his neck and over his buzzed scalp. A weak sigh of elation escaped his mouth.
“You left too early,” I told him. “When you and I first got together, you promised you’d wait for me. That you’d give me all the time I needed to heal my heart and move on. But you didn’t. You left before I got there.”
“Why delay the inevitable?” he mumbled. “It’ll only be harder to leave down the road.”
“Evan,” I whispered. “Look at me.”
Slowly but surely his face emerged, dismal and tired looking. The gold in his hazel coloring barely visible, he refused to look me in the eyes, opting for the comb securing some hair on my right side. My hand slid down to tilt his chin and force him to watch me, to hear what I was about to say. “I’m ready now. I know what I want.” His jaw and mouth continued to contort and twist, his breaths going deeper. “And I want you.”
He released a long breath through his nose, his eyes boring into mine, a dozen emotions flipping across his face. With a firmness that surprised me, he asked, “You’re sure? No more going back and forth? Because I won’t do this triangle bullshit anymore.”
“There’s no triangle, Evan. Just two dots and a line.” My hands trickled down to his chest, where they lifted with his quickening heartbeat. “I’m yours. Just. Yours.”
After what seemed like forever, his features began to curve in all the right ways as the tension gave out. A hand enveloped the side of my face, gently caressing my skin, then his lips brushed against mine. “It’s about damn time, Princess,” he whispered. Slow, sweet kisses turned hot and heavy, hungry, and a second hand pressed into my back, bringing me tight into his warm, hard body. I felt like he was squeezing the life out of me, stealing the air from my lungs as he gave into the intensity of the moment. And I loved it. A rush of tingles exploded in my belly like fire crackers every time his hand roughly squeezed my breast or grabbed my ass.