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Knowing I can feed her and then fill her when the timing’s right. Makes me feel like a million bucks.
Hell. I have a million bucks, and then some.
I laugh out loud at the thought, suddenly the richest man alive as I kick the door closed behind me.
I make a little detour to the kitchen and I find two plates and some cutlery. Evelyn’s voice cooing to me once I try to find her again.
“I’m upstairs,” she calls out, signaling me to her bedroom. Making me grip knives and forks harder as I take two stairs at a time, eager to bring her steak and mashed potato with gravy the best way I know how.
Except we aren’t at home.
We’re in her dad’s house, which I guess will have to do for now.
But I vow from this moment on, after tonight onwards. When I make her mine, it’ll be in our own bed, and in our own house.
A man’s family should start in his own home. I tell myself, almost dismissing the thought once I see her heavy chest naked over her covers.
Her small hand patting the tiny space next to her, inviting me to eat with her in her bed as I methodically unpack our food onto plates, snuggling in next to her.
Only helping myself to nourishment once I hear her own satisfied sounds of eating and lip-smacking coming from next to me as I know she’s enjoying her meal.
By the time we both finish I know Chef Marco’s done his job yet again, and that neither of us will be able to move for a while.
Best food coma ever.
Chapter Nine
Evelyn
What starts as me feeling embarrassed about our house, turns into a kiss I can’t believe, which turns into the best night of my life so far.
Dr. Mark Love between my thighs, followed by the best steak dinner I’ve ever had?
It doesn’t get any better than that.
I’m still not sure why Mark was so hung up on my dad’s pictures in the hall and on the mantle, but it’s easy to forget once he works his magic with those huge hands and equally magical tongue.
The steak with potatoes afterward is gravy. Literally, with some of that falling onto my naked chest without me even noticing until Mark helps himself to it.
Having stacked our plates and cutlery to one side, Mark pulls me closer to him after we eat, and I find my body wrapping around his like foil to candy.
He’s still got his scrubs on, but I don’t mind.
I mind my own nakedness less, feeling nothing but pleasure at having his body so close to mine under the covers in my own bed.
How he’s coping fitting in here, I’ll never know.
Like that tiny couch at the hospital, he just makes himself fit so we can be closer together without him even complaining once.
“You’re dad’s gonna be okay,” he reminds me, making me think of his reaction to our family pictures again.
The ones that have dad in them from his medical school days.
Reminding me of the whole day, of dad still lying in the hospital without me there by his side.
The pang of the bills, my guilt over everything.
But Mark’s arms around me are calming.
“I’ve told the recovery team to call me directly if there’s any change. And there’s no need to worry about anything else,” is all he says, reading my mind.
“But, Mark. We just can’t afford-” I start to say until I feel his warm lips on my forehead, a huge hand pulling the covers up over us both a little more.
“I said, don’t worry about it, Evelyn. Your dad is fine. You’re fine too. No need to worry about-”
“Ahhh shoot!” I exclaim, suddenly remembering my missed appointment with the scholarship board.
The missed job opportunity first. But a missed second chance at college, at medicine.
“What is it?” Mark asks voice filled with concern as he feels me tensing up.
“Ugh. Long story,” I explain, trying not to sound annoyed. Not even wanting to hear myself say it out loud.
But Mark needs to know, he needs to understand I’m not mad at him just the situation I’m in.
“When I got the call, about my dad from the hospital,” I start to explain. Mark propping himself up on one elbow as he listens intently.
His brow shifts, encouraging me to go on, but it’s hard to say it. Hard to comprehend I may very well have blown my chance at medicine.
“…When I got that call, I was waiting to head back for a second interview. A college panel, I was applying for a scholarship for college,” I explain, feeling myself starting to sag from fatigue just thinking about it.
“A scholarship?” Mark asks, genuinely interested. “What will you major in?” he asks like he hasn’t heard what I just said.
I missed my interview. There are no second chances with that kind of thing.
