though she wasn’t up for any type of silly banter. “You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, Gracie. Who knew?”
“Only when I feel like dying. What happened? Where is everyone? Where’s my phone?” She glanced around and noticed her boots sitting neatly near her dresser. He had taken them off of her? Took care of her. A wave of degradation coursed through her body. She never lost control, especially around a man, and not one like him. She prayed she hadn’t said anything stupid, but judging from the look on Evan’s face, something must have happened.
“It’s here.” He handed it to her from the nightstand and Grace blushed at the oversight. She needed coffee to get her brain working properly. “Don’t worry, I’ve kept up with Marla and Jaime.”
“How?”
“They came back to the house after I put you to bed. They left when I promised I’d watch over you.”
“Bed?” Grace tried to reconnect the dots slowly. “I passed out?”
“On the bus.” They remained quiet as she tried to think back. For some reason she had flashes of Evan’s lips—of a kiss—but she hadn’t wanted to assume that they actually shared something that passionate. It had to have been a dream. “What do you remember, Grace?”
She shook her head as she tried to grasp at memories. “I remember talking to Ben and Ryan. I think Ben was supposed to call me for something.”
“Yeah, let’s not worry about him,” Evan said, trying to change the subject. “What else?”
“Oh, you were pissed off because of my costume. And was Zach dressed as Christian Grey?”
They both laughed, but Grace felt a surge of nausea hit. “I might be sick.” She fumbled from the covers and ran toward her master bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.
Evan rushed over, standing beside her, and pulled her hair back as she heaved out the contents of her stomach. God, she was puking in front of Evan Matthews. “Sorry, shit.”
“It’s okay, you’ll probably feel better now.” He rubbed her back then handed her a wet wipe from the case on top of the toilet. He waited, holding her hair as she wiped her mouth. A few minutes passed before he spoke softly. “Can you stand?”
She nodded as he pulled her up with firm hands. “I’ll get you some fresh clothes and you can take a bath. Is it alright for me to go through your dresser, Grace?”
Grace sat on the edge of her tub and nodded in exhaustion. She heard him rummaging through her dresser, but at this point she didn’t care. Her body felt feverish and she wanted to just feel normal again. He walked in and set a pile of things near the sink. He started the water in her claw foot tub and checked the temperature. “Shout out if you need something.”
She nodded again, feeling enough energy to muster a small grin. “Thanks, Evan.”
He closed the door behind him and Grace stared at the running water and bubbles. He added bubbles. Butterflies were instantly being blamed on her current stomach issues. Grace approached her sink, reaching for her toothbrush. Glancing up, she gasped in fright. Smudges of mascara painted her lids black, making her look like a raccoon. Her hair was a teased and ratted mess, and her pallid complexion made for one hell of a scary post-Halloween look. She brushed her teeth and tried to construct all that happened, and for some reason the taste of Evan’s lips kept coming to mind.
Grace took her time in the bath, dunking her head in the hot, sudsy water and letting her muscles unwind. A light knock took her out of her secret daydream. The one of a delicious kiss she couldn’t stop envisioning with the very man who opened her bathroom door.
“Hey.” Evan stood with a cup in his hand. “Can I come in?”
Grace gave a hesitated nod, hoping there were enough bubbles to cover her body. He lowered himself to the edge of the tub. His eyes were a beautiful cobalt, and she focused on those instead of that mouth she kept lusting over. He still donned the tight green
“Only when I feel like dying. What happened? Where is everyone? Where’s my phone?” She glanced around and noticed her boots sitting neatly near her dresser. He had taken them off of her? Took care of her. A wave of degradation coursed through her body. She never lost control, especially around a man, and not one like him. She prayed she hadn’t said anything stupid, but judging from the look on Evan’s face, something must have happened.
“It’s here.” He handed it to her from the nightstand and Grace blushed at the oversight. She needed coffee to get her brain working properly. “Don’t worry, I’ve kept up with Marla and Jaime.”
“How?”
“They came back to the house after I put you to bed. They left when I promised I’d watch over you.”
“Bed?” Grace tried to reconnect the dots slowly. “I passed out?”
“On the bus.” They remained quiet as she tried to think back. For some reason she had flashes of Evan’s lips—of a kiss—but she hadn’t wanted to assume that they actually shared something that passionate. It had to have been a dream. “What do you remember, Grace?”
She shook her head as she tried to grasp at memories. “I remember talking to Ben and Ryan. I think Ben was supposed to call me for something.”
“Yeah, let’s not worry about him,” Evan said, trying to change the subject. “What else?”
“Oh, you were pissed off because of my costume. And was Zach dressed as Christian Grey?”
They both laughed, but Grace felt a surge of nausea hit. “I might be sick.” She fumbled from the covers and ran toward her master bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.
Evan rushed over, standing beside her, and pulled her hair back as she heaved out the contents of her stomach. God, she was puking in front of Evan Matthews. “Sorry, shit.”
“It’s okay, you’ll probably feel better now.” He rubbed her back then handed her a wet wipe from the case on top of the toilet. He waited, holding her hair as she wiped her mouth. A few minutes passed before he spoke softly. “Can you stand?”
She nodded as he pulled her up with firm hands. “I’ll get you some fresh clothes and you can take a bath. Is it alright for me to go through your dresser, Grace?”
Grace sat on the edge of her tub and nodded in exhaustion. She heard him rummaging through her dresser, but at this point she didn’t care. Her body felt feverish and she wanted to just feel normal again. He walked in and set a pile of things near the sink. He started the water in her claw foot tub and checked the temperature. “Shout out if you need something.”
She nodded again, feeling enough energy to muster a small grin. “Thanks, Evan.”
He closed the door behind him and Grace stared at the running water and bubbles. He added bubbles. Butterflies were instantly being blamed on her current stomach issues. Grace approached her sink, reaching for her toothbrush. Glancing up, she gasped in fright. Smudges of mascara painted her lids black, making her look like a raccoon. Her hair was a teased and ratted mess, and her pallid complexion made for one hell of a scary post-Halloween look. She brushed her teeth and tried to construct all that happened, and for some reason the taste of Evan’s lips kept coming to mind.
Grace took her time in the bath, dunking her head in the hot, sudsy water and letting her muscles unwind. A light knock took her out of her secret daydream. The one of a delicious kiss she couldn’t stop envisioning with the very man who opened her bathroom door.
“Hey.” Evan stood with a cup in his hand. “Can I come in?”
Grace gave a hesitated nod, hoping there were enough bubbles to cover her body. He lowered himself to the edge of the tub. His eyes were a beautiful cobalt, and she focused on those instead of that mouth she kept lusting over. He still donned the tight green
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