Dear Evan Hansen So Big / So Small Novels & Stories

he said, looking concerned. "It's nothing. I am used to it," I said. Evan sighed and stepped closer to me. He took my hand and kissed my fingers. "I'll make you feel better," his voice was deep and husky. His eyes were dark and full of lust. Even I could see it. OH MY GOD, Evan Green wants me. Me, the nerdy Annie with dorky glasses. Did my mom kill me last night? Am I in heaven?

Because I don't want to marry dad please my answer is no and nobody can change that , saying that he gets up from his chair and went out from the cabin Evan looks at his son and gets shocked (Evan provk) I was sitting in my cabin just then my phone ranged up I saw the caller I'd it was my client come friend mr d'souza, I receive the call and says Hello Mr. D'souza, how are you? I am fine Mr Evan you say ? I am also fine says evan Mr evan I wanted to talk to u something important "Yeah tell mr d'souza" mr evan I was thinking that why shouldn't we become family? Hearing this Evan gets

I excused myself from Hazel and told her that I had to go to the restroom. As soon as I sat in the toilet bowl of the cubicle, I started searching 'Evan Hughes' on the Internet. "No information?" I asked suspiciously as I kept scrolling on the screen of my phone. There was only one article, and it was the one Hazel showed me. The image of both him and Emily was there. "The new It Couple of Scentic Magazine," I whispered to myself and realized that Professor Evan is a model. No wonder his things were expensive; even his car is luxurious!

no he ordered me in his deep husky voice, it would be a lie if I say I did not feel the shiver ran through my body by his strict tone but still I refused to back away. "How about a NO" I sassed back and he slowly stand up with my hand still grabbing his collar. Now that we were standing, I felt so small and tiny in front of his giant muscular body and the fact that he is taller than me did not help at all..... he was looking intimidating like a wild wolf while I was looking like a tiny kitten in front of him... I gulped down a lump of thick saliva as he held my hand which was grabbing his collar..... the whole cafeteria became silent when I......

Elena picked up the remote. “Alright then. What kind of movie is this?” Evan grinned. “A kids’ movie. The one with the talking animals and the race cars and the funny snowman.” “That is at least three movies,” Elena said, amused. “The one where they are friends,” Evan clarified patiently, as if he were the child. Eamon chuckled. “Ah. That narrows it down.” Elena finally found the movie, and soon the living room filled with bright colors and cheerful music. Evan climbed back onto the couch and wedged himself comfortably between them, his small body warm and relaxed. Elena sat on one side, Eamon on the other, their shoulders just barely touching.

“You mean the toothpaste dripped when he started to pull it out?” Evan nodded, a huge fat grin on his face. “Yes! He spent another 15 minutes cleaning the toothpaste holder.” “You are evil.” I said, imaging the scene and laughing harder. “Oh I have one more.” Evan turned to me, grabbing some popcorn from the table and eating it. I rubbed my hands in excitement. “Tell me.” Evan chewed on the popcorn speedily. “So he has a fear of lizards, he just hates them. Can’t even look at them even if it’s in a movie.”

My Evan. Six years old, hair a messy mop of sunshine, the same shade as the fury that had moments ago coursed through me. Round glasses framed green eyes that matched mine. He clutched the tab I'd gifted him in one hand, his small frame dwarfed by the polished expanse of the conference room. Despite everything, a surge of love, raw and unyielding, flooded through me. It was an illogical thing, a primal pull that defied the cold certainty that had settled in my gut. He smelled like home, like sunshine and laughter – the very things that Anna had ripped away.

Standing numb for a few seconds, I tossed a cold sneer at him out of fury, this time deliberately exposing my bare lower half right before him, “I know my size must seem a bit scary for someone who looks at it for the first time. But considering how baffled you look right now, maybe yours is a smaller one, isn’t it so? Though I have seen you getting a hard-on when I kissed you that night, I am unsure about the comparison.” “S-Small? Who are you calling small, you punk!?” Just as expected, Ethan blurted out his displeased grunt, staring daggers at me through his ocean eyes. “My size is the standard one, j-just like an ordinary man should have! You’re the one with that huge crazy big size…w-wh