The Prince Of Highland Park by Marilyn Faith Page B

messing around with me?
    Ryan: I don’t have a girlfriend and I am not messing around with your head, I really like you too, I made a bad choice and if I could undo it I would in a jiffy but I can’t. I hope we can get past it
    Me: Ok then, I’ll see you at seven
    Ryan: I’ll see you at seven
    That will give me about half an hour to get dress ed.

Evelyn Chapter Seventeen
     
    I r un upstairs to find something cute to wear.  I could wear a pair of jeans to keep the temptation to a minimum.   I don’t want to give him the impression I’m trying too hard.  So I opt to wearing shorts and a tank top.  I took off my granny panties and put on my red lace thong and matching bra, that should scream sexy. Yes, I’m preparing myself.
     
    Don’t expect anything just go with the flow, we are only going to talk.  I keep repeating over and over hoping it will stick somewhere in my brain, so I don’t convince myself this is more than it is.  Looking at the time, oh goodness I have five minutes before he shows up and I’m not ready.  I know I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything before, I want us to talk.   Also I definitely want to do more than talk too.  I just don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time, because it made me feel like shit.  He did text to rectify why he left, but regardless I did feel rejected.
     
    The weeks that I didn’t see him, didn’t do justice to quench my thirst for his touch, his lips, and what scares me most is that I want more than just his kiss and his touch.  I wonder if he’s thought about touching me, kissing me, doing unthinkable things that would make my toes curl.  Did he miss me the way I missed him?  My heart started pounding, anticipating seeing him tonight.
     
    “Fuck!” Did he have sex with those girls again, since that day?  It would rip me up big time if he did.  Please don’t let me ask or think about it please, please, please.  They say curiosity kill the cat, so this case I’m the cat and I’ve lost count of how many lives I have left.  It’s not my business anyway, and we are not together.   I don’t want to know, I won’t ask, I keep saying trying to convince myself. 
     
    The bell interrupts my thoughts, my palms became instantly sweaty.  What the hell is happening to me?  This is not how I should behave; I’m supposed to have myself under control.  I run to the front door and open it not wanting him to wait longer than he should.  Seeing him in front of me wearing fitted black jeans and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow did nothing for my control.  As he cleared his throat, I open my mouth to say something about why I was staring, but couldn’t think of a reason.   So I closed my mouth, and step aside for him to enter.
    “Hi Ev , how are you?”  He asks taking me in.
    “I’m ok, how have you been?” I ask. 
    “Not as good as I could be,” he said so low I nearly missed it.  “What’s going on with you?”  I ask looking into his eyes trying to read what he’s thinking.  “I just haven’t been able to get this girl outta my head, and it’s driving me insane.  I’ve tried to stay away from her, because I’m no good to her right now, but she called and now I don’t think I can leave her alone even if I tried.” 
     
    Excitement fills my body knowing he is talking about me. I can see it in his eyes that he is telling the truth.   I can also see that he’s conflicted about it. I don’t know how to feel about what he said.  With everything that happened after we kissed, well we did a bit more than kiss, is making me second guess myself.  I’m wondering if I should believe he has feelings for me like he claims.  I’ll file that thought away for a later date, hopefully he’ll prove himself.  The fact is I need a label on what we are, so I know how to act around him.  “That’s good to hear,” I say reaching up to touch his face.  The intensity in his eyes