They had been so intimate, clinging on to one another, kissing without a care in the world. Lucas could brag all he wanted about how it felt to be with Evie, but Timothy had lived that reality for a brief period before he fumbled it. “Timothy, watch it!” Timothy shook his head, the image of Evie
Evie The last place I expected to be was back in the boss’ office. He was pouring himself a cup of coffee, humming a small tune as he did so. I sat quietly in my chair, my hands folded on my lap, as he headed back to his seat and took a long sip. He hadn’t mentioned what the meeting was for spec
I switched back to looking over more interviews of his, hoping that a few answers would pop up on the matter. Instead, I saw something more provocative. With each interview, I saw that he’d once been so spontaneous, but had matured as the years went on. He seemed to really love hockey beyond somet
Evie While I was enjoying the luxuries that came with first class, the experience was quickly soured when Timothy started getting noticed. The stewardess went on her usual rounds, asking if we’d like refreshments or food. She was in a haste to get my order out of the way before getting to Timothy.
I was preserving my water, only taking small sips when necessary. I was more tired than thirsty. All the climbing and jumping had worn out my muscles. Timothy finished and screwed the top back on his bottle before heading back to where I was. “Should we get going?” he asked. I scowled at the hea
Timothy didn’t seem to mind carrying me down the mountain by himself. He was determined to keep me in his arms, and that alone put me on alert. I could feel his own heart beating beneath my fingers, its pace dangerously fast. On the way down, we discovered my phone lying at the trunk of a tree in
Forcing back a cry, I let the pills fall into my mouth and scrape their way down my dry throat. I still couldn’t find the strength to sit up. My limbs had become lead. “What’s she doing?” The boss asked. “Is she-” “Not now!” Timothy snarled at him. The boss clamped his mouth shut. Timothy wa
I woke with a yawn, squinting my eyes as the sun’s rays peeked through the thin curtains. I glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was only eight in the morning. It felt like I’d slept longer. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and pressed my feet onto the floor. My ankle was still