“Yeah?”
“Just relax,” she whispers, pressing her mouth to mine, smiling against it.
“I don't think I've ever been able to relax when it comes to you,” I say back.
“Can you try for me? I'll tell you if it gets too much, okay?”
“Okay.”
We start to find our rhythm. She tells me what she enjoys, and I give it to her. Anything she does makes me feel good, so I don’t even have to tell her. But my hand is wrapped around her waist, my other holding her neck when the front door opens. Both of our eyes shoot open, her hands pause on my chest, and I step back from her as I help her down from the counter.
As much as she tries to smooth out her outfit and her hair, her face is a dead giveaway. Her eyes dilated, her cheeks are deep red, and you can see where I've kissed across her chest. Just looking at her like this makes my dick ache. I turn my back to her as Xavier and Miles’ loud voices boom through the house.
“That was the worst game I’ve watched in my life,” Xavier says, walking into the connecting living room and kitchen. He looks up at Scarlett and then at me. “Oh, hey, Scarlett.”
“Scarley’s here?” Miles asks before coming into view. When he sees her, his eyes flicker between the two of us, his whole face lighting up.“Thank fuck for this.”
“Hi,” she says quietly, twisting her fingers together. God, she’s so cute when she’s nervous. “Evan was just-”
“Getting her and the girls some food,” I say, saving her. She sighs and I hand her the bag of food. We were meant to share it, but I'll just make something of my own later.
“Okay, well I guess I'll go. Thanks for dinner and… Everything.”
“You're welcome and.... Everything,” I say back.
She walks backwards until she’s back in the living room as she picks up her cardigan and stumbles through the door. When she’s gone Miles and Xavier look at me accusingly.
“Okay. What the hell was that?” Miles asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Nothing. They were screaming about not having any takeout this late, so I got them something. It’s no biggie,” I lie, shrugging.
“You’re a shit liar, Branson,” Xavier says.
40
Scarlett
“What the hell is this?”
Evan looks down at the ribbon I dropped in his hands. He has five minutes before his performance in the hall and his nerves have been rubbing off on me, so I’m offering him something to keep him settled.
“Are you dumb, or are you dumb?” I mutter, pulling the blue silk out of his hand.
He smirks. “Are you giving me a gift, Angel?”
I roll my eyes, fiddling with the material to tie it around his right wrist. “Yeah, well, I missed Christmas and your birthday, and you’re justsoobsessed with me, keeping hair ties on your wrist and all that, so I thought I might as well just-”
He cuts me off with a kiss, wrapping his now free hand around my neck, pulling my closer to his bare chest. I feel like I’m drowning in his touch. In his presence.
“You don’t ever know when to shut up, do you?” he whispers against my mouth.
“It’s your fault,” I mutter, trying to regain my composure. “You do this thing where you look at me like-”
That bastard. He’s shirtless, his shirt hanging over the back of a chair in the music room, his face is freshly shaven, and he looks so fucking sexy, and he expects me to form coherent sentences while he gives methesmile. What a fool.
“You can’t look at me like that, Branson. It’s ridiculous,” I say, pushing away from him, but he catches his arm around my waist, pulling me right back to him.
“I thought we established this already, sweetheart.You’reridiculous.”
