Chapter 15

• EVELYN
• Dave and I weren’t just sharing stolen moments anymore, we had created our own little world, and in that world, we were unstoppable. It wasn’t just love; it was raw, unfiltered passion mixed with the comfort of knowing someone so deeply that nothing could be hidden. I stretched lazily across my bed, the scent of him still lingering on my sheets, a reminder of the night we’d shared.
• My hand brushed against something beneath the pillow, I pulled out. It was his boxers. A sly smile crept across my face as I thought about the countless times he’d left them there, marking his presence in a way only I could see. Over the past few weeks, Dave had all but claimed my room as his second home.