Post by Evangeline Maxine Charbonneau on Jul 20, 2016 22:47:00 GMT
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Evan lied on her bed, waiting for her best friend to show up at her house. Thankfully her parents were going to be out of town for a few weeks, and they didn’t care too much what she did with her life. She invited Delilah to stay with her while she clocked some volunteer hours at Monroeville and really it was a win win. She got to keep up the illusion that she was part of a stable and happy home environment, and Delilah could spend more time with that tattooed patient she had a thing for. Evan looked over her phone, pulling up some of the pictures from Delilah and Aden’s seventeenth birthday. The ones from after she and Aden rolled around in his bed, with her fingers in his hair and his hands on her body. Where they moved together like it was something meant to be. How they pulled at each other’s clothes, how they gasped for more of each other, how they brought each other to fulfillment. She felt a tingle along her spine just thinking about hearing Aden’s husk voice in her ear pleading her name while she touched him.
Even though she knew it was wrong.
She rolled from her back to her stomach and buried her face in a pillow. She had to stop thinking about Aden. She could be happy with Casey, he was someone who enjoyed being with her, not just rolling around in a bed with her. No matter how good it felt to have Aden’s fingers working her body, how much she craved having his lips on her neck again, she couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to Casey that she had these thoughts, but she couldn’t risk the man who loved her for the one who just wanted to sleep with her. Torturing herself just a moment longer with the pictures, she found one that Delilah took of her and Casey with Aden in the background. He was sipping from a red solo cup and watching the smiling couple. She wished that the look was one of love, but she could clearly see remorse on his face. He regretted fooling around with her, and she knew that she should too. She should regret kissing Aden with all of the passion that she didn’t feel for Casey, that she should regret crying out Aden’s name while they writhed together. She just didn’t.
A text from Delilah let her know that her best friend was finally there, and finally going to visit the Charbonneau home. She pushed herself up from her bed and rushed through the house to the front door. The only reason her best friend was there was because her parents were gone. She didn’t want the look of pity from her best friend, she didn’t want her best friend to know that Evan’s home life sucked and that she was a constant source of agony for everyone in her life. Once Casey found out what she did, she would just be able to add him to that list. She opened the front door and smiled at her best friend,
“Hey Delly!” All of the thoughts of her parents, her boyfriend, her night with Aden, all gone to just think about how happy she was to see Delilah and how excited she was to spend time with her best friend.
I'm bigger than my body, I'm colder than this home
Evan lied on her bed, waiting for her best friend to show up at her house. Thankfully her parents were going to be out of town for a few weeks, and they didn’t care too much what she did with her life. She invited Delilah to stay with her while she clocked some volunteer hours at Monroeville and really it was a win win. She got to keep up the illusion that she was part of a stable and happy home environment, and Delilah could spend more time with that tattooed patient she had a thing for. Evan looked over her phone, pulling up some of the pictures from Delilah and Aden’s seventeenth birthday. The ones from after she and Aden rolled around in his bed, with her fingers in his hair and his hands on her body. Where they moved together like it was something meant to be. How they pulled at each other’s clothes, how they gasped for more of each other, how they brought each other to fulfillment. She felt a tingle along her spine just thinking about hearing Aden’s husk voice in her ear pleading her name while she touched him.
Even though she knew it was wrong.
She rolled from her back to her stomach and buried her face in a pillow. She had to stop thinking about Aden. She could be happy with Casey, he was someone who enjoyed being with her, not just rolling around in a bed with her. No matter how good it felt to have Aden’s fingers working her body, how much she craved having his lips on her neck again, she couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to Casey that she had these thoughts, but she couldn’t risk the man who loved her for the one who just wanted to sleep with her. Torturing herself just a moment longer with the pictures, she found one that Delilah took of her and Casey with Aden in the background. He was sipping from a red solo cup and watching the smiling couple. She wished that the look was one of love, but she could clearly see remorse on his face. He regretted fooling around with her, and she knew that she should too. She should regret kissing Aden with all of the passion that she didn’t feel for Casey, that she should regret crying out Aden’s name while they writhed together. She just didn’t.
A text from Delilah let her know that her best friend was finally there, and finally going to visit the Charbonneau home. She pushed herself up from her bed and rushed through the house to the front door. The only reason her best friend was there was because her parents were gone. She didn’t want the look of pity from her best friend, she didn’t want her best friend to know that Evan’s home life sucked and that she was a constant source of agony for everyone in her life. Once Casey found out what she did, she would just be able to add him to that list. She opened the front door and smiled at her best friend,
“Hey Delly!” All of the thoughts of her parents, her boyfriend, her night with Aden, all gone to just think about how happy she was to see Delilah and how excited she was to spend time with her best friend.
ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS