EVA.
"What are you doing?" I whisper when he pinches his lips to my neck and move his hand from my throat to my waist.
"Emerson–" I try again when he gives no response, trying to veer around in his arms but he hums against the skin of my neck and keeps me still.
"No, don't move. Stay like this. " He mumbles, his lips making contact with my earlobe and sending a shiver down my spine.
"I can't see you. " I cover my hands with his and try to move out of the cage he has me in, but Ford doesn't yield.
"I didn't realize you love the sight of my face so much, Carson. " His deep chuckle vibrates through me as he says those words and I roll my eyes, almost tempted to push back against him.
"That's not it. " I offer silently and there's no response from him. My heart races in my chest when Emerson moves away, seizing his
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EVA."The fuck is wrong with you?" He bellows as he moves to his feet and I take my eyes from his lower body to his face covered with an angry expression."You were cuddling me. " I complain as I extend my hand to grab my sweater from the carpet when Emerson's gaze gets too overbearing."Cuddling you?" He scoffs as I throw the material over my head and raise to my feet with a smirk covering my face. "Yes, Ford. You had your arms wrapped around me and your head on my chest. What the fuck do you think I was gonna do? Let you stay there?""I wasn't cuddling you. " He argues, moving towards me to grab his shirt. "Even if I was. We just had sex, Carson. You think a cuddle means anything compared to sex?""A cuddle is intimate and intimacy is the last thing I want to have with you. " I tell him, and he cocks his head, his famous smirk appearing on his face. "And why's
EVA. I take one last glance at my body before walking inside the restaurant. My gaze moves across the room as I search for a blonde head and it doesn't take long to find him waving at me from his booth. "I didn't think you would show up. " Dan smiles as I slide in the booth, taking the seat across him and I give a small laugh. "Why not? I did say I'll be here. " "I know, " he nods. "But I was having doubts. My friend will be here, is that okay with you?" "The more, the merrier. " I confirm and Dan cackles before calling for order. The woman takes Dan's order of two beers while I go with a vodka soda. "Just soda? You sure you don't want a beer?" Dan asks as the woman walks away. "I am. Why? Does that sabotage your plan to get me drunk?" I raise my brows teasingly at h
EVA."Are you okay?" Dan asks as I take my seat and I nod with an assuring smile. "I am. "Dan responds with one of his before turning to Noel to continue their conversation, and my eyes move behind him to see the booth empty.He left. And my lips still tingle from his earlier sudden kiss."What's on your mind?" Dan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I drop my gaze to see him leaning forward."Stuff. " I shrug and he hums. "Does that stuff includes how hot Dan is and how you can't wait to get your hands on him?" He lifts his brows with a mischievous smile on his face."So fucking far from it. " I emphasize the words and Dan wears a hurtful expression. "So you mean you don't want to follow me to my place after this?"I lean towards him. "I don't want to come with you to your place after this. "
EVA.Emerson doesn't leave and he doesn't pull away. He continues to give gentle pats to my back with my head hanging on his shoulder. He doesn't say anything either, and I've never appreciated his silence as much as I do now. He lets me feel everything I need to feel with his embrace giving me the comfort I didn't know I would find in anyone. Especially not him."I'm done. " I whisper, pulling away from his embrace. Emerson meets my eyes and I give him a small smile as I lift my hand to my face, to wipe my tears– trying not to make myself more pathetic than I already look before him.Emerson surprises me by lifting his hand with mine. Each harsh swipe of my fingers across my wet cheeks, gives a soothing, slow stroke of his.I meet his eyes and they are closed off once more. I can't detect what he's thinking— or feeling. He's back to the Emerson Ford I know. 
EVA.I don't think before I do it. I panic and slam the door shut in their faces.I exhale in harsh breaths and my heart is racing wildly in my chest as I take steps back, my mind all over the place."Hey, who is–" my eyes fly wide as I turn back to see Emerson standing in the middle of the living room with a bowl in hand."What's wrong?" He asks as he meets my wide eyes and I press a finger to my lips. When Emerson draws his brows together in confusion, I take large strides towards him and clasp my hand over his mouth.He tries to speak, but the sounds are muffled against my palm and I press the finger harder to my lips as they bang the door."Eva! Eva, open this door. Talk to me, baby. " It's the sound of my mom and I shake my head to Emerson, who seems to be smiling against my palm now.I
EVA. "So she goes here?" I ask Aliya, giving her a side look and she nods, pulling on the strap of her bag. "I was right when I said I saw her blur at the dorm. She rarely attends classes though. " She sighs and I raise a teasing brow at her, "And how could you possibly know that?" "We talked. For a while. " "Does that talk includes you ending up somewhere between the top and the bottom?" My lips spread into a wide smile and Aliya slaps my arm at the not so innocent question, her flushed cheekbones coated with redness as she says, "We didn't do anything. " "And why's that?" I ask with curiosity. "It didn't feel right. " She raises a shoulder, staring ahead of us. "What do you mean, it didn't feel right?" I ask, confused, and Aliya sighs. She stops on her steps to turn to me. "I was with Sage. It
EVA. I stare down at Emerson's relaxed drowsing face and let out a weak sigh before moving my hand from his curls. I'm careful to not wake him as I roll his head from my chest to the bed to sit up. I stare around his room and it looks better than I expected– a bit bigger than mine if I want to be petty. Every corner is in black except the bed sheets and it makes the atmosphere appear gloomy and moody in an Emerson Ford style. There are shelves of books on one side and a desk next to the shelves. A smile climbs on my face as I look back to Emerson before looking back at the shelves – Ford never strikes me as a guy who enjoys reading and it comes as a surprise that he has books with him. I gnaw on my lips as I move from the bed and take quiet steps to the other side. I pick up a book and my eyes widen barely at the cover and the label. Looking through the shelves, the rest are
EMERSON. "Stay away. " Carson's cheeks are flushed with redness and a laugh falls from my mouth as I watch her walk out of the room with quick strides and a hand pressed to her back. I shake my head and grab the spoon to take another bite of the ice cream. After finishing the ice cream, I drop the bowl into the sink, and begin to make my way out of the kitchen but stop at the notice of a phone on the counter. Carson's phone. I stare at the device before I give in to the urge and take it off the counter, making my way to her room. I turn the knob of her door before peeping my head through the small space– Eva lies on the bed with her body curled into a ball and her hands clutched to her belly. I tilt my head and stay still for a while, wondering if I should go ahead or just turn aroun