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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 5, 2007 12:28:05 GMT -5
She closed her eyes and let him sprinkle kisses down her neck. It felt so good. So good. She ran her fingers down his back, feeling the ripple of muscles. Damn. Someone had been working out.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 5, 2007 12:33:19 GMT -5
Evan's hand slipped under her shirt and carressed her soft skin lightly. He ran his lips against her skin, his hot breath warming it. His lips made their way to her jaw line, then back down her neck. He seemed to relax a little more as the seconds rolled by.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 5, 2007 12:39:27 GMT -5
Lifting her hands from his back, she placing her own on his that he'd slipped under her shirt. Rachele sat up slightly and guided his hands up her back to slowly lift her shirt.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 5, 2007 12:46:53 GMT -5
Evan clasped the shirt between his fingers as he lifted it over her head. He tossed it to the floor. His eyes wandered, eventually landing on Rachele's neck. He kissed up her neck, his lips making their way to hers.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 12:19:36 GMT -5
Their lips touched again, and she felt herself melt. Her was such a goddamn good kisser. Rachele kissed him back, gently bumping her nose against his.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 12:33:23 GMT -5
----Next Morning---- Evan's eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted by Rachele's closed eyes. Ooh..Shit. He slid his arm from around her and carefully got up, rubbing his tired eyes. He slipped on the pair of boxers that were buried under the pile of clothes that had been tossed carelessly on the ground the previous night. Shit shit shit shiiiit. Was all he could think of as he dug around for his jeans.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 12:45:06 GMT -5
The bright light of sun streaming through the dirty windows woke Rachele. She could feel her head pounding already and she shielded her eyes from the light with her hand. Blinking multiple times, she struggled to see through the pain behind her eyes. She could see Evan, sheepishly throwing on clothes. Her clothes strewn across the floor. The blankets hopelessly thrown away. What the hell was... Suddenly she remembered. The bar. The drinks. The drive home. Evan's lips on her.
"Fuck." Rachele said groggily, her words spitting fire from her mouth. "There is no fucking way that happened. Shit, Evan."
She struggled to cover herself with the worn blanket, suddenly ashamed. Suddenly feeling stupid and ashamed and annoyed at the same time.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 12:51:22 GMT -5
Evan glanced at Rachele once she spoke. He couldn't help but think the whole thing was his fault, he was the sober one and yet he did nothing to stop it.
"Yeah well it did happen...And it's my fault," he mumbled, finding his jeans and pulling them on. Evan squatted down to find his shirt and suddenly stopped. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face into his hand. After a few seconds he slid his hand through his short hair and sighed in annoyance. How could he have been so stupid? "Why do I care about you so much?" He asked quietly, mainly to himself.
If he had just left her at the club, none of this would've happened.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 13:03:15 GMT -5
She ran a hand through her hair and quickly looped it into a messy ponytail, then felt her head pound. Damnit, how much did I drink?, she thought, resting her face in her hands. After a few moments, she looked up to see Evan too with his head in his hands. Both of them messed up. At least it was only one night. Neither of them had a girlfriend or boyfriend to fuck this up even more. At least she didn't think he had a girlfriend. Wait. Did he? She hadn't even bothered to ask.
She watched him stand up, breathing a sigh of annoyance and then mumbling something to himself. Why do I care about you so much? His words echoed in her head and she stumbled over them. For once, she had nothing to say.
She reached down to lift her clothes from the ground and hurriedly put them on, taking advantage of the time he was turned away. Why was she so self-consious now? Without alcohol to blur her mind, she felt exposed and vulnerable. Especially after all this happened. What the hell was she thinking?
Slowly standing up with the shirt in her hands, she stood before him. Her underwear and bra were the sole things that clothed her, and she quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt. She looked at him, her blue eyes studying his expression. It was of reget. Worry. Nervousness? Shit, she thought. Why is he so easy to read?
"You have a girlfriend."
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 13:14:31 GMT -5
Evan felt like screaming, throwing something, punching a hole in the wall; something to take his frustrations out on. Instead he just took a deep breath and slipped his shirt on over his head. The fact that Rachele had stated what he made obvious didn't make him feel any better.
"Yeah. I have a fucking girlfriend. Aidan. Aidan O'Hara damn it," he replied shaking his head. His fists clenched as he stood. He chuckled, but it wasn't one of those happy chuckles you do when someone's made a funny joke, oh no; it was the one that says, 'I'm so pissed I don't know what to do with myself'.
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