Evie
There's no greater vengeance
Than learning to enjoy again
Evie isn’t normally the type to make innuendos, but the fruit is hanging so low. Her smile is positively impish as her tongue vainly curls against the roof of her mouth, a helpless last attempt at holding it in. “You can’t envision two of me? Not even in a fantasy?” Evie has certainly envisioned two of him. Though she had mourned the realization that they would definitely need a bigger bed to make that dream come true.Than learning to enjoy again
He teases her with further, tempting knowledge, well aware she has room for little else in her head right now with the slowly increasing heat cloying the space between them in more ways than one. Alas, he knows she is equally weak to her own curiosity, so although she groans softly in the bottom of her throat at being forced into patience, Evie takes the bait (though she also begins removing her pants).
"You have until the moment the shampoo is out of my hair to say everything you want to share. Then I won't be patient any longer." It's a threat, a deadline, but one clearly led by the impatient heat in her eyes as she slips past him and into the tub to steal the first touch of water.
Therapy is tiring
But so is hiding how you feel
But so is hiding how you feel
