18

Evan's POV:

Her lips are so soft, and they fit so damn good with mine.

The taste of her overwhelms me and I sink into her arms, my fists clenching her shirt and my lips meshing perfectly with hers.

Lexi kisses me for several seconds, holding me tightly in her grip.

I finally force myself to separate my lips from hers and I close my eyes, still standing before her. "What the fuck, Lex?" I whisper, so soft it's hardly even heard.

She bites her lower lip and lays her forehead against mine, "Mia thinks I'm still in love with you, and I think she's kinda right."

Her words take several seconds to process. I lick my lips and pull my body away from her. I pace slowly, shoving my hand through my hair.

"Evan, I'm sorry- I didn't, I mean, I don't expect anything from you. You ended us and I understood why you did it then, and I understand that you're still-"

"Stop talking." I demand.

Lexi obeys and I lean my head against the wall.

I left this girl five years ago because she was not necessarily "good" for me then, and she might not even be "good" for me now only because of the situation I'm in, but I cannot sit here and deny the fact that I do feel that thing with Lexi. I've always felt it, and I probably always will... but that doesn't mean I should act on it, right?

"So- wait. I'm confused. You said it was mutual. Was that true, or did you leave her?" I ask, my head still spinning from the kiss she planted on me.

"No, I'm not that stupid, or smart- I guess it depends which way you look at it. It was mutual, she wants me to be happy and we both think that can be best achieved elsewhere." Lexi explains.

"You mean... with me." I clarify.

She nods shyly, hardly looking at me.

I take a breath and feel a wave of frustration overcome my body. "Lexi- what the fuck?! I'm- my god. I am not who you want. I am not what you want. I'm thirty fucking four years old, I have three kids who I don't even have full custody of, my ex-husband is psycho, I have more baggage than you can even imagine. Why the hell would you want me?!" I ask, raising my voice. "You're so young and beautiful and- what is wrong with you?!" I ask her, now being overwhelmed with emotion. I bite my lip and rush her, scooping her jaw and kissing her lips the same way she just kissed mine. "What is wrong with you?"

Lexi and I flirt. It's playful, it's innocent. That's the relationship. I didn't really think she'd even still take it seriously, it being any sort of relationship with me beyond a friendly one, and I damn sure didn't see her and her girlfriend splitting because of me.

"Ev, I do not have all the answers. But the one I do have is the only one I need. I want you." Lexi's words make my heart pump faster.

"You might be crazier than my ex." I whisper.

She giggles a bit and takes my lips into hers slowly. I give into her kiss, missing the feeling of her lips.

We kiss for what feels like an eternity. I'm backed against a wall and her hands move carefully over my waist while her tongue runs circles around mine. It easily one of the best, most comforting feelings I have experienced in the last five years of my life, and it honestly has me regretting ever pushing Lexi away from me, as crazy as I know it is.

My thoughts eventually overtake my physical desires, and I pull away from her. "Lexi... you know this is a bad idea. This cannot end well." I admit, knowing that the likelihood of this actually going somewhere good is slim considering that Scott already hates Lexi, and he will most definitely try to use any relationship I have with her against me. And I probably shouldn't be making out with my coworker...

"Who says?" Her voice is soft and low. I drag my fingers along her jaw and touch her lip too, just thinking about how much I want her.

"Literally anyone with common sense." I snicker, my eyes still fixated on her swollen lips.

She smirks and leans into me once again, this time putting her hot lips on my neck. The moment she does my jaw drops and I accidentally let out the tiniest whimper, barely audible. My teeth pin down my bottom lip as I feel her lips and tongue maneuver across my skin.

I let it happen for several seconds, not able to stop het because her touch literally fuels me. Finally, I push her back by her shoulder. "Lex."

She looks at me with those same damn lust-filled, heavy eyes and it makes me melt.

"You're going to leave a mark, stop." I mutter, still having a strong urge to grab her and drag her to my bedroom. "And I think this is a bad idea. It's too soon, not to mention just bad all the way around." I mutter, trying hard to use my better judgement.

Lexi's tongue moves across her lips and she nods, "okay."

The two of us get quiet and I just stare at her, hardly believing this is my life.

"Fuck." Is the only word I can mutter out.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything, Ev. This doesn't have to happen." She shrugs, clearly hating to even say it, but still respecting the boundaries I put up.

I shake my head slowly, "no- it's not that." I groan, shaking my head and holding my temples, my head running wild. I take a deep breath and look up at Lexi, "I am going to take a shower."

I walk away from her, as hard as it is, and take myself to my bathroom and lock the door.

Lexi's POV:

The next morning

I wake up to the sounds of gentle shuffling in the kitchen. As my eyes open, a fuzzy image of Evan slowly comes into focus. She's in sweats and a t-shirt, much more covered than she was the other night.

I stretch my arms and she walks to the doorway, "coffee is ready if you want some." Are the only words she speaks before returning to her bedroom to get ready for work.

I drag myself off the couch and over to my suitcase, finding an outfit for myself and dragging a brush through my hair.

After another thirty minutes pass, Evan reemerges in a skirt, nice blouse, and heels, looking intimidating as hell, per usual.

"You eating?" She asks me, getting herself a snack from the kitchen.

My head shakes from left to right, just watching her.

"You need to eat. Jesus, Lex." Evan scoffs, throwing a granola bar at me.

"Mom-Evan can go away now, the kids aren't here." I sigh, making a displeased face.

"Funny. Eat, dammit. I'm leaving. Please lock the door when you leave."

As she brushes past me, I grab her arm. She stops beside me and looks at me, not far from my face. "Are you mad at me?" I ask her.

Her eyes do a quick scan of my face, "not until you make me late for work."

I bite my cheek and release her arm and she goes on her way, leaving me alone in her house.

* * *

I make it through the day without seeing or speaking to Evan at all, which might be the best case scenario considering the slight... tension between us.

I was going to ask if she'd wanna get some food before heading home, but she was clearly in a rush because she left without saying a word to me.

I hang around the school a bit longer, finishing up some last minute tasks. When I leave, I make a stop at a restaurant and pick up a to-go order for Evan and I on the way back to her house. I figure buying the woman dinner is the least I can do for her letting me sleep on her couch.

I go into the house and Evan is in on the phone, looking stressed as hell.

I put the bag down, listening closely to her conversation. From what I can pick up on, it's one of the kids.

"I love you too, baby. I promise I'll call you tomorrow before you have to go to school, okay? Be good and hug your brother and sister for me." She says.

She ends the call and looks at me, sighing hard. "Hey, sorry."

I shake my head, "don't worry about it. I brought you some food." I say, motioning to the bag.

She smiles and nods her head, "thank you. I didn't want to cook again."

I smile softly and we both sit at the table and eat, mostly in silence.

Things between Evan and I have never been "weird" or a bad kind of tense. It's always been that sexy kind of tension that keeps things interesting, but this feels a little different. She is genuinely trying to distance herself.

"Did you have a good day?" I ask her.

She nods, "yeah. And I forgot... Richard asked for you to give him a call?" She mutters, having no idea why that might be.

She is totally clueless that I handled the bill for her attorney, and I really hope it stays that way. "Oh, I'll have to call him I guess."

"Why?" She presses.

I shrug, "I don't know."

She cuts her eyes at me, "haven't heard from Mia?"

I shake my head no, eating my food. I'd rather not think about her.

"You're going to run out of clothes eventually. Your suitcase isn't all that big." She points out.

"I'll go back tomorrow I guess." I shrug. Maybe I should go. It'd make it easier for our friendship.

Evan finishes and cleans up, lingering in the kitchen while she sorts through some mail on the counter. I'm not far behind, only I don't sort mail. I stand across the room and watch her, admiring every inch of her.

"Stop." She scoffs, her back to me. "I feel you looking."

"I'm not even allowed to look at you now? That's harsh, even for you, Ev." I sigh.

She sighs and faces me, "that isn't just a stare and you know it." She reminds me.

My lips turn up gently, "what is it then?"

"More like an eye-fuck." Her eyes roll and flutter, and my teeth pin down my lip. Accurate.

"I'm gonna go tomorrow." I tell her, my eyes still gazing over her body.

She nods slowly and I let a silence fall.

"You're so sexy." I grumble.

She instantly shifts her weight between her feet. "Lexi, you have got to-"

I walk over to her, standing just inches from her. "What?"

"You have to...stop." She whispers, no longer needing to speak loudly since I am right here.

"Why?" I ask her, my fingers brushing her arm and following it down to her hand. "You don't like it?"

Her mouth moves but no words escape. Her eyes flick between my lips and my eyes, and I hear her swallow hard. "I- Lexi."

I smirk a bit and she steps back, only able to move so far because of the counter. "Hm?"

"You need to stop." She whispers, her hand on my jaw now.

"Tell me why."

She licks her lips and takes her time before answering, "because I really want you to fuck me, and that is exactly what I need not to happen."

Her words instantly excite me. I step closer, pushing her flush against the counter. "Why's that?"

"Because... you're my coworker." She answers quickly.

"At least I'm not your neighbor?" I whisper.

She gives me a tiny grin and her hand falls to my chest, clutching my shirt. "It's- hot. I need to-" She stutters, her forehead touching mine now.

I continue to push against her, our bodies physically unable to get any closer. "Take this off." I tease, pulling at her shirt.

"I'm sure you'd like that." She snaps back, her voice low and sultry.

"I would." I mutter back, grabbing both her thighs and pushing myself against her.

I watch her bite down on her lip so hard she nearly pierces through it. "Lexi...." she whispers my name and pulls me closer by my neck.

"Yes ma'am?" I taunt, knowing it'll set her off.

The moment I say it, she pulls me all the way in and pushes her body against me. She kisses me hard and moans simultaneously. "Just fuck me already."