Evelyn has been all smiles for the past week and a half. The universe was working in her favor and she truly appreciated that. Her parents are happy, her little sister is happy, George is happy, she is happy.

Nothing was going to mess this up, nothing at all. Not even being snowed in the town's local grocery store. Nope. Evelyn was not going to let this mishap get to her. She is a big girl and will not whine and complain. She will suck it up and deal with it.

"I wanna go home." Evelyn sighs watching the snow fall heavily.

She thought she could deal with this. She thought she could handle an unfortunate situation such as this. Evelyn had thought wrong.

Lucky Mart is only so big and knowing that there are a hundred others with her - at least that what it feels like to Evelyn - did nothing to calm her sudden feeling of claustrophobia. She just wanted to get a few groceries for her mother and come back home. Was that too much to ask for?

Apparently so. The snow shows no signs of letting up and Evelyn just simply couldn't believe it. It never snows this terribly in her hometown. This is a rarity that Evelyn does not want to be a part of.

"We will when the snow lightens up, Ev." A calloused hand slips into hers.

"What if it doesn't, George?" Evelyn worries giving his hand a squeeze. "We can't stay here forever."

George smiles and shifts into a more comfortable position on the cold tile. He didn't know why Evelyn felt that sitting on the floor would get them any warmer. Apparently, a WikiHow article listed this as a tip for such cases like theirs. George really has to get her to stop reading those damn things.

"You sound like a child, Ev." George chuckles. "We're gonna be good." He reassures her.

Evelyn sighs and glances up at George. He is too fucking cute. Even with a beanie concealing his beloved auburn tresses, he still looked irresistibly gorgeous. Besides, George having his hair covered meant that Evelyn could pay more attention to those beautiful seaweeds of his and especially those full pastel pink lips.

She truly loves those lips. Harsh words spill from them but when they are pressed together against her skin, they tend to speak a whole other language. A beautiful language that Evelyn may even admit is better than his Spanish.

Evelyn sighs and turns away. George hadn't caught her staring and she was thankful for that. She has been doing that a lot lately. Looking at George as though he is something beyond human. She didn't know why she has been looking at him so differently but she liked it.

George turned a little too late to catch Evelyn's eyes. She had already found a new focal point; their hands. George smiled at her gaze. She seemed smitten and he wanted to ask why.

Was it because of the alluring contrast of their complexions? Or is she wondering why her hand seems to mold in his? Is she wondering why it feels so right?

If she is, then she and George are on the same page. George has learned to love holding Evelyn's hand. It is so fucking cheesy but he loves how big his hands looked around hers. He has long slender fingers and she has these cute average sized fingers. It makes George feel safe.

He feels safe holding her hands or even holding her. George feels safe around Evelyn and it didn't make sense but somehow it still did.

George does not know about his emotions and thoughts lately. He is becoming a big softie and even fluffy. He hasn't been anything like this in a long time. Not even with his ex, Maria.

Maria liked affection sometimes but for the most part, she was cool without it. George thought he liked a girl like that. One that doesn't need you to touch her every five seconds for her to feel needed or wanted.

He thought that he liked girls that didn't need their hands held to feel close to him. He thought this until he met Evelyn.

She is not the clichè girl that changes him but she has opened his eyes. Evelyn opened his eyes to something that is steadily becoming clearer with each passing day. He does not know what it is yet but he knows it scares him a bit.

"Come on, Ev." George jumps to his feet suddenly.

Evelyn frowns at him and glances around.

"Come on where? Ain't nowhere to go!" She hisses rolling her eyes when George cracks a smile.

"Girl, get up." He chuckles offering his hand.

Evelyn twists her lips upwards and crosses her arms over her chest.

"I ain't going nowhere." She protests.

George rolls his eyes this time and squats down to Evelyn's level.

"Why you being difficult, crazy girl?" He sighs.

Evelyn turns her head away from George and glances out at the mountain of snow. It is not that high but still high enough to trap them inside.

"Because some crazy boy won't leave me alone." She mutters.

George leans into Evelyn and presses his lips against her exposed neck. Her plaid scarf had fallen a little and offered enough space for George to penetrate.

"You don't want me to leave you alone..." He whispers against her neck. "Do you, Ev?" He kisses her neck.

Evelyn doesn't budge. She is not moving from her spot. There truly is nowhere else to go in the small and very crowded grocery store. She does not know what George is planning but he can count her out.

"Bye." She huffs.

George chuckles and the vibrations on his lips felt wonderful against Evelyn's neck. George knows what he is doing and she hates to admit it, but it just might work.

"You're silly, Ev." He shifts a bit of his weight onto one foot and lifts one hand to push away Evelyn's scarf. "Just come with me." He pecks the space behind her ear.

That is Evelyn's favorite spot. The asshole knows it. He knows that the space behind Evelyn's ears gets her riled up every time. Including right now as she tried to fight the sensation.

"Come with me, Amor." He tries again making sure every word was pressed against that spot.

"Please stop. You know what you doin'." Evelyn sighs her eyes closing.

George smiles wickedly before backing away.

"Okay, get your ass up them." He hops to his feet.

He holds his hands out once again, bursting into laughter when Evelyn opens her eyes and scowls at him. She wanted to slap the grin off of the asshole's face but took his hand anyway.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Evelyn asks as the zipped down the produce isle.

George shrugs and offers a boyish grin. He honestly does not know, he was just tired of listening to Evelyn complain. He hated to sound insensitive but it really isn't that bad their predicament could have been far worse.

He tried to tell Evelyn this and she nearly had a conniption. Therefore, George had to shut his mouth and listen to her go on about a different situation and a different scenario they could have been in. He wanted to tell the beautiful girl to shut the hell up but opted for taking her hand in his instead.

"Here." George leads turns into a room full of boxes. "I wonder what's it for." George glanced around

"The sign clearly says employees only, so I'm guessing employees only." Evelyn smart mouths.

George turns away from the pile of boxes and looks at Evelyn knowingly. He had already figured that.

"One day I'm gonna teach you about that smart mouth of yours." George warns.

Evelyn smirks and steps up to George. They are now chest to chest - sort of. A small box stands in her way. She pushed it away with ease and puffed out her chest. She is not afraid of the asshole named George and will stand her ground.

"Bite me then." She challenges.

George licks his lips.

"Gladly." Left his lips before they found Evelyn.

Evelyn gasped but did not fight back. If this is her punishment then she definitely needs to misbehave more often.

George followed through with his promise as the two kissed. He bit down on her bottom lip, ran his tongue over the spot, and bit on it again. That drove Evelyn crazy.

She held George still at his waist while he held her by her jaw. His thumbs caressed her cheeks while he nipped and sucked at Evelyn's lips.

He fucking loved her lips. She tasted like strawberry and it has easily become his favorite flavor. Then there's how responsive and hungry she is. Their tongues, just like they do verbally, fought for dominance.

In the end, it is always Evelyn who becomes the submissive one. She likes when George takes control. Hell, when they are in moments like this, she craves it.

George didn't know when his legs started moving but he was stumbling over boxes and bubble wrap for what felt like five minutes before he came to a sudden stop.

Evelyn felt a sudden chill at her spine. George had backed her into a wall. She cursed herself for removing her heavy coat earlier and now will suffer the consequences.

She still didn't care. As the cold cemented wall pressed into and through her thermal, she continued gripping and feverishly attacking George with her mouth. He was her source of warmth and she is going to take all that she can get.

George could feel himself  stiffening already and he had to release Evelyn's lip to focus in order to stop the feeling. He always struggles to control himself even when he has been doing a pretty damn good job thus far, but every time he and Evelyn are like this, maintaining his control is growing harder to do.

"Why'd you stop?" Evelyn pants finally calculating that George's lips left hers.

"I gotta, Ev. I want to, but I--"

"Stop," Evelyn whispers before stealing his lips.

George groans against Evelyn's lips. He is fighting so hard but he needs to touch her or he will go crazy. He has to.

George drops his hands from Evelyn's face, disturbing their session in the process. Evelyn stares at him with swollen lips and opens her mouth to protest. George beats her to the punch and snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her closer.

Evelyn takes the hint and straddles her arms around George's neck before their lips meet again.

"You're going to be the death of me," George whispers against her lips. "You hear?" He trails his lips across her jaw.

"Mhm." She moans rolling her head to the opposite side of his kisses.

"The fucking..." George grips her scarf with his teeth. "Death..." He grits as he successfully slings the damned thing away.

Evelyn inhales sharply when a cold breeze hits her neck. She only releases the breath when George replaces the cold with the warmth of his lips. As they kissed, George traces the band of Evelyn's jeans with his fingers. Her thermal sweater had risen a few times and he was itching to touch the skin underneath.

Evelyn sucks in another breath of air when she feels George's cold fingers on her stomach. They are so cold but she didn't want them to move.

"Finish..." She sighs out when George presses his teeth into her collarbone.

She felt George smile against her skin before one of his hands took a sudden dip into her jeans. It was then that Evelyn realized that the asshole had undone her belt buckle as they kissed.

"Of me..." George groans grazing the lining of Evelyn's underwear.

Evelyn sucked in another breath of air and closed her eyes. She bit at her lips, Nearly drawing blood as George's hand traveled further down. His lips were still working on her neck and she had quickly come to terms with the fact that she will have hickeys in the morning.

George finally found Evelyn's center and wasted no time running his fingers over it. He wanted to feel the real thing but he doesn't want to scare Evelyn away. He almost laughed at himself for thinking that.

Evelyn is already wet and he knew what she needed. He knew that she wants this as much as he does.

"Fuck it." He growls lifting his hand just enough to slip it inside of her panties.

"Oh fuck..." Evelyn moans jerking away.

George smiled but held her still with his free hand. Evelyn is clearly shaved but he could feel the pricks of growing hair. He didn't mind at all. He pushed his hand down further until he found what he was looking for.

"Spread your legs, amor. I need you to spread your legs." He instructs against her neck.

Evelyn obliges and awkwardly kicks away the boxes surrounding her feet. George whispered something along the lines of "good girl" before his hand traveled further. He found her folds and played with them as he pleased.

Evelyn leans her head against the wall as her hips began to thrust against George's hand. She was going back to that high she felt in the parking lot. It feels so good but she needs more.

George removes his other hand from Evelyn's hips, knocking her off balance for a moment. He chuckled before removing one of her arms from around his neck and intertwining their fingers.

He lifted their arms against the wall while his other hand moved mercilessly against Evelyn's crown. He wanted to experiment with Evelyn, see how she would react with little control.

She has to hold her own weight to prevent herself from falling. George's hands were full.

"Fuck George. Oh, fuck." Evelyn jerks her hips forward while pressing her head harder against the wall.

She could feel a familiar pressure building in the pit of her stomach. George is driving her crazy and she doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know how to act. This is so foreign. So different.

"Suenas tan hermosa cuando lloras, amor." George groans in her ear. "You just don't fucking understand how beautiful you sound."

Evelyn is on the verge of tears. She is on the edge of the cliff and just needs a little push so she can fall over. She needed to fall over so the torture can stop.

"George, George... Please..." She mews with eyes squeezed shut.

George growls at her plea for release. He loves the way she sounds. So perfectly broken and vulnerable. He loves the way his name falls from her lips. It is a blessing to hear. A beautiful blessing.

He circles his fingers faster around her pearl while simultaneously whispering more sensual encouragements in Evelyn's ear. He encouraged Evelyn to grind against his hand. He encouraged her to say his name as many times as she wanted. He encouraged her to let him feel her juices. George wanted her to release.

"I'm co--"

George smashes his lips against hers.

"Then come."

Evelyn unraveled. She unraveled against George's lips and cried his names through inhumane hiccups. George still never removed his hand. He circled around her pearl until she finally collapsed limpid against the wall.

George smirked as he finally removed his hand. Evelyn was panting but never looked away as the boy not only admired his moist fingers but looked her dead in the eyes as he licked every single one of them.

That made Evelyn gasp for sure. She could feel herself throbbing again and couldn't find the strength to force her legs closed. She could only stare hungrily and wish she were his fingers. George T. Mills - the asshole, has put Evelyn in her grave.

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