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My Wattpad Love

Chapter 22

 Okay, this was a lot of harder than I thought.

As soon as I got inside Evan's car and closed the door, I could feel the tension forming in the air. It was so thick I fought the urge to jump out of the car and ran away like a crazy person. I watched him get in the car as well. He put his seatbelt on and flashed me a smile.

God, stop smiling, you cute boy! It’s not helping!

Evan started the engine; the car roared to life.

"You ready?" He asked, giving me a quick glance. I loved his eyes. They were so deep.

"Yeah," I replied nervously. Evan grinned at me and leaned closer. I stopped breathing as I watched his beautiful face getting closer to mine. His dark gaze dropped to my lips.

Was he going to kiss me?

He passed an arm around my waist; by this moment we were so close his breath was fanning my lips. I swallowed.

"Jules..." His sexy voice trailed off, sending a shiver through me.

"Ye-yes?" I stuttered feeling lost in the depth of his eyes.

"Never forget your seatbelt."

I frowned and then I heard a click sound. Evan leaned backwards and straightened in his seat.

It took me five seconds to understand what he'd done. I looked down to see my seatbelt and understood everything. When I looked back up at him, he was smirking victoriously at me.

"Now you're ready," he said amused as he started driving off the parking lot. I glared at his profile. He seemed to enjoy messing with me. I knew he knew I liked him, so what was the point of teasing me like that? That was just mean.

“You look cute when you blush,” he whispered, his eyes focused on the road ahead us.

“I’m not blushing,” I affirmed even when I could feel my flaming cheeks.

“Yeah right.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. I opened my mouth to say something but shut it when my eyes landed on the tattoo on his neck. I could see it pretty clearly now. I couldn’t help feeling curious about it. I’d never been a fan of tattoos but that was a really good one, it looked so professional and well-done. Besides, it suited Evan and his mysterious attitude.

“Where did you get that?” I asked, my eyes glued to the dark lines of his tattooed neck.

“What?” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

“The tattoo.”

Evan’s smile vanished; he hesitated for a moment. “I got it in a friend’s tattoo shop.”

“Why?” The question left my lips before I could stop it. “I mean, there must be a reason behind it.”

“Not really,” he replied a little bit too quickly. “I was young and stupid. Besides, I was drunk.”

“That doesn’t look like a drunken tattoo.” I stated honestly.

“Then what does look like, Jules?” His tone became slightly cold. I was taken aback by his sudden change of mood. He gripped the steering wheel with ferocity. Alright, maybe I shouldn’t have asked anything.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off unsure of what to say.

Evan let out a long sigh. “It’s cool,” he stated relaxing his shoulders. I didn’t need to be smart to know there was a big reason behind that tattoo. Evan was definitely lying when he said it was just a drunken thing. Silence reigned in the car, making the already crushing tension between us even thicker. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans awkwardly and stared through the window.

“So,” Evan broke the silence and I mentally thanked him for it, “tell me more about your cheesy story.”

I scowled at him.

“Really? I thought you didn’t read it,” I folded my arms across my chest.

“It entertains me,” he admitted, rolling his full lower lip into his mouth. I gawked at him, I wanted to taste those red lips so badly.

 “Jules?” his voice snapped me out of my inappropriate thoughts.

“Huh?” I closed my mouth and looked away.

“I asked you a question.”

“You did?” I could feel the blood pumping up to my cheeks again. “Sorry, what was it?” I kept my eyes glued to the road.

“Does she ever tell him the way she feels?”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Who?”

“Rose.”

“Oh, you’re talking about my story,” I laughed nervously feeling like an idiot. Evan stopped at a red light and turned half of his body towards me. His dark eyes met my blue ones and I backed away a little in my seat.

“So, does she tell him or not?” He sounded pretty curious about it. I swallowed. “It’s pretty obvious she’s dying to say something.” My heart was hammering inside my chest, my throat felt dry. Why did I feel like he wasn’t talking about my story but me?

“I can’t tell you that. You must read to find out.”

Wow, that was a clever answer. I high-fived myself. Mentally, of course.

“Come on, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

Unfortunately, we are.

“I can’t tell you.” I tried to keep a strong pose. Evan leaned closer to me.

“Is there any way I can persuade you?” he asked hoarsely. I shook my head because I could no longer utter a word. “Are you sure?” His warm hand cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes for a moment enjoying his touch.

He’s playing with you!

My inner voice snapped me out of my trance. I slapped his hand away and looked right into his eyes defiantly.

“I won’t tell you. Period,” I said feeling proud of myself. “Why are you so eager to know anyway?”

“I’m just curious,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I want to know how long it’ll take her to throw herself at him.”

“She wo-” I covered my mouth. Evan chuckled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” I looked away.

“She won’t what?”

“I’m not going to tell you a thing, mister.” I could feel his eyes on me. It was making me uneasy. “And stop staring at me,”

“Then tell me.”

“Nope.”

“I won’t move then,” he stated obstinately. I watched how the red light became green; immediately we heard the horns behind us. I looked at the stubborn driver. He was still gazing at my direction fully.

“You need to move.”

“No.”

“Evan…”

“Jules…”he teased, grinning like a cat.

“Move,” I ordered, emphasizing the ‘O’.

“Tell me or we’ll get beaten up by a bunch of angry drivers. It’s up to you,” he said as careless as the wind.

“Are you blackmailing me?” I held my chest dramatically.

“Maybe, is it working?” I glared at him. The street had quickly become noisy, filled with all the honking cars behind us. I looked at the rear-view mirror and watched a huge man coming out of his car, heading towards us.

Oh no…

“Fine! Move!” I exclaimed panicking.

“You mean you’re going to tell me?”

“Yes! Move! Now!” The big man was coming closer.

“Promise it,”

“I promise!” I shouted scared. Evan drove off leaving the Hulk behind.

Jesus Christ, that was close.

“I’m waiting,” Evan chanted softly. I gave him a killer look.

“You do realize we were this close,” I made a gesture with my index and thumb, “to being brutally murdered by Hulk.” Evan laughed loudly. God, even his laugh was sexy.

What am I thinking? I should be mad at him!

“You are so dramatic,” he spoke, shaking his head.

“Am not!”

“Sure, Mrs. Strawberry.”

My heart skipped a beat. It felt so weird to hear him call me that. It created sort of an intimate connection between us.

“I’m waiting,” he reminded me.

“I refuse to say anything.”

“You promised you would tell me, Jules.” I fought the shiver going up my spine when he said my name.

“No.”

“You’re going to break your promise? There are more semaphores on the way; you wouldn’t want us to stop again, would you?”

“You are evil.” I accused him. We stayed in silence for a few minutes. I knew he was waiting for me to tell him about my story. Sighing in defeat, I looked through the window as I spoke.

“She’ll tell him eventually,” I said watching the trees rush by. It was then I realized how much alike the main character of my story and I were. “It’s not easy for her. She doesn’t want to lose him.” I felt like I was talking about me and not a fictional character. Evan pulled over in front of my house. I felt his eyes on me so I looked at him. His eyes were glowing with something I couldn’t decipher.

“She shouldn’t tell him anything,” he commented. My heart sank in my chest. Was it me or were we not talking about my story anymore?

“Why?” I inquired. Evan’s lips twitched up, forming his sexy smirk.

“She should just man up and kiss him.”

My eyes widened at his words. I couldn’t help blushing; I bit my lower whilst my eyes were switching from his eyes to his lips. I don’t know for how long we remained in the same position.

Kiss him! Stop being a chicken!

My inner voice was yelling at me but I couldn’t seem to find the strength to do anything. I was actually kind of frozen in my seat. My mind was processing his words, not knowing for sure if he was telling me to kiss him in a very discrete, indirect way. Evan chuckled and got out of the car. Then he opened my door and offered his hand to me snapping my out of my frozen state.

“This is your stop, cheesy writer,” he said jokingly. I took his hand, ignoring the tingles that ran up my arm.

“Thank you, dark poet.” I stepped out of the car, a cold breeze brushed past me making me shiver. The sky was kind of orange; sunset was here. Evan walked me to the porch in silence. Once we reached the door, we turned to face each other. I felt kind of small in front of him; he was at least a head taller than me. “Thanks for the ride home,” I smiled up at him. Evan shoved his hands inside his hoodie’s pockets.

“No problem.”

I wanted to say so many things, I wanted to tell him how much I liked him, how much I wanted him to kiss me right now but I stood there staring at his handsome face instead. Sadness took over me when I realized this was all I could get from him. It hurt me to know this friendship would never turn into something else. Being his friend would never be enough for me, I was only prolonging my torture. I would never see him as a friend. Tears formed in my eyes when I realized when I had to do.

I had to let him go…

It would be painful but I knew the heartbreak wouldn’t last forever. Having him as a friend, so close yet so far would definitely cause more pain and frustration than letting him go for good.

“Jules?” His sexy voice brought me back to reality.

“Yeah?” I swallowed a lump in my throat.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, concern plastered on his face.

Yeah, I’m crazy about you so that’s why I’m going to do this.

“Yep, I’m good. See you around.” I got inside the house quickly, and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t brave enough to tell him a thing on his face. So, I took my phone out of my pocket and typed a quick text whilst hearing his car’s engine. I walked to the living room and dropped myself on one of the couches as I pressed the send option:

Sorry, thought I could do this but I can’t be your friend.

Sending that message was like stabbing myself. My heart was shrinking in my chest. No more funny nicknames or poems, no more waking up to his nice messages, no more dragons fluttering in my stomach each time I talked to him.

No more Evan…

His cute smile displayed inside my head as the memory of his sexy voice filled my ears. My phone buzzed in my hands.

Evan’s reply came a lot of faster than I expected.

Evan: What are you talking about? :/

Me: I can’t be your friend, I’m sorry. I’ll be out of your life for good.

Evan: You’re joking, right?

Me: No.

A tear rolled down my cheek. I needed to be strong now that I finally had the courage to let him go.

Evan: What did I do wrong?

Me: Nothing, I just can’t be your friend. Please, stop texting me.

I begged, knowing it would be harder to do this if he kept talking to me. He didn’t reply causing more tears to fill my eyes. He was going to respect my decision, wasn’t he? I got on my feet and paced around my living room trying to ease my aching heart. I ran my fingers through my hair with my shaking hand.

The front door was swung open and I snapped my head towards it. There he stood…

Evan…

He was holding his phone in one hand and the doorknob in the other.

“What are you doing here?” I asked wiping my tears away. Seeing him again was like adding fuel to the fire in my chest. Evan walked towards me with long strides.

“I want you to say it to my face,” his black eyes were darker than usual. “Tell me you don’t want to see me anymore.”

I looked away from his intense gaze. “Please, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“What are you talking about, Jules? Look at me.” He held my chin forcing to meet his gaze “Why can’t we be friends?”

“Just…” I trailed off sadly “Just go,” I backed away from him. Evan grabbed my arm pulling me towards him.

“I won’t go until you tell me the reason why we can’t be friends.” He sounded upset.

“Let me go!” I struggled to release myself, his touch made me feel so warm inside.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me.” He leaned closer to me.

I had nothing left to lose, did I?

His face was mere inches from mine. “I shouldn’t tell you anything,” I whispered, remembering his words, Evan’s heavy breath was brushing my mouth teasingly. “I should just man up and kiss you.”

 I got on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips against his. A shot of electricity crossed my body. His lips were so soft. I leaned back to see his reaction; I ached for more of his lips but I needed to know if he wanted it to. Evan seemed surprised but then he grabbed a fist of my hair and kissed me passionately. I’d never been kissed like this before, there was so much need and passion in the way he moved his mouth on mine that I felt weak in the knees. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. The kiss was becoming more and more urgent; I could feel my blood running hot through my veins. He wrapped his free arm around my waist pulling me closer, our bodies pressing together. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and I could feel my entire body getting hot. I wanted more, so much more. He sucked on my lower lip, gaining a soft moan from me. Evan broke the kiss and took a step backwards. We were both breathing heavily. Our lips were red and swollen.

That was the best kiss I’d ever had.

“I…this is…” Evan was lost for words. “I have to go.” He turned on his feet and walked away.

I was left there in pure shock. My entire body was throbbing, my lips were tingling.

 I wanted more… so much more of Evan.

X M W L X

A/N: Yes! They kissed! That's all I have to say. 

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