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8:12 p.m.
I don’t get anxious. I’m calm under pressure. I wouldn’t have been able to make it through medical school if I wasn’t. People are always surprised to learn just how many dropouts there are in the first month alone. But not me.
The quiet makes me uncomfortable. I’d put on some music, but I’m worried the volume will to be too loud, and I won’t hear Eve at the door.
I mean, I’m not worried. Not one bit. I’m sure she’ll come.
I don’t do anxious.
8:15 p.m.
The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the windows registers in my ear. It’s getting dark outside. The streetlamps lining the narrow streets flicker on to paint the roads in a soft orange glow. Off in the distance, the low rumble of thunder.
Okay. Maybe I’m a little worried.
I wonder if Eve somehow got lost on her way here, but it seems unlikely. Haven’s on a grid system, so it’s easy to navigate. Maybe the poor weather’s keeping her bogged down. Maybe her ballet class ran late, and she’s on her way now.
I close my eyes and take a calm breath in. I can still see her vividly in her relaxed dance outfit. She wore her leotard—snowy white—and a dark blue skirt that hugged her hips in the most perfect of ways. It surprised me how off-kilter she made me feel. I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her—claim her.
Several scenarios play out in my mind.
I could have fucked her up against the nearest wall. I’d pin her arms above her head and have my way with her. Eve’s delightfully light, so I don’t imagine lifting her will tire me. Maybe I could’ve flicked off the lights and had her right there on the floor, her beautiful long hair pooling about her head as I found pleasure between her legs.
The possibilities were endless. But the little ones were watching, so I obviously couldn’t do anything. No need to leave them psychologically scarred. If they weren’t there, if Eve and I had been alone…
8:30 p.m.
Dinner’s getting cold.
I chew on the inside of my cheek as I strum my fingers on the table. I never want to admit defeat, but maybe I have to.
Maybe she’s not coming after all.
I don’t know why this bothers me so much. Never in my life have I been stood up by a woman. Call me cocky, but they practically crawl all over me back in New York. It’s rare to find me without a pretty woman on my arm or one vying for my attention.
I furrow my brow, deep in thought. Why isn’t Eve here yet? Perhaps she was serious about already having plans. Were they with that Tom guy or whatever the fuck his name is?
I don’t know the dude, so I can’t assume he’s a bad guy. That’s not fair. It’s just that I don’t like his face. I don’t like how he casually carried Eve to the rehabilitation wing, or the fact that he apparently calls her late at night.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh in frustration.
Calm down. Just calm down.
It’s not a big deal. Plans fall through all the time.
Normally for other people, but there’s a first time for everything.
I bite my lower lip and stare at the two dinner plates in front of me. The grumbling in my stomach is completely forgotten, replaced with a bitterness I’d rather not address.
I’m not jealous or anything.
I don’t do jealousy either.
Reluctantly, I pick up my fork and knife. It’d be a shame if these steaks didn’t get eaten, so I may as well start now and sulk later.
That’s when I hear three soft knocks sound at the front door.
I can’t remember the last time I got up so fast.
I pull the door open and freeze as the delightful scent of coffee and vanilla fills my nose.
Eve’s soaked through. Her hair’s damp, her white shirt is practically see-through, and she’s shivering uncontrollably as she pants. I’m mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest, the outline of her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. I lick my lips but resist the urge to stare at them.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she gasps. “Alexander’s mother was late picking him up, and then cleanup took me longer than I thought it would. And then it started raining on the way here, because of course. Oh, and I had to call A-Ma and let her know it’s okay for her to go play cards with her friends because I’m—” She cuts herself short, sucks in a deep breath. Her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink, though I imagine it’s because of the cold and not because she’s embarrassed to see me.
Maybe it’s a combination of both.
I chuckle. “Did you run here? Why didn’t you take the car?”
