Evangeline Carter wants nothing more than to make it through her final year of college in one piece figuratively and literally. With a messy ending to her long-term relationship, the task of getting over him deems harder than she thought it would be...
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Evan's Drunk
Or at least the closest thing to it: which is tipsy and apparently very clumsy.
I'm betting it's the latter, if her inconsistent swaying and calculated steps towards the beer pong table is any indication.But the sight of a glassy hue around those pretty blue irises pretty much solidifies it's a forgone conclusion.
She's definitely a lightweight, which is not all that surprising considering she's short and small and has probably consumed more alcohol than her body weight combined.
But one things for sure, she good at beer pong—actually pretty fucking good at it way more than she let on.
It threw us all for a fucking off and when hint of a smirk graced her lips, i knew for a fact she was fucking with us. She did everything possible from laughing at our surprised faces.
"What, I said I wasn't the best shot"
"Bullshit, you little trickster," Tre says towards his sister.
Gooddam cocktease, alright.
Fuck, not that i'm really complaining. I'm pretty sure i've been rocking a semi, since she walked in earlier. The fiery attitude and smartass comebacks, she keeps subtly throwing since were partners are enough to make me harder because damn does she have an attitude on her.
It's incredibly a turn on.
"Yo, what the fuck?" Tre practically yells, when he misses the last cup sitting in the middle, putting me and his sister up. Evan giggles, trying to suppress her smile, when Tre turns his glare on her. "Don't look at me like that, not my fault you have no aim" She states.
"Yeah, yeah whatever this entire game is bullshit anyway" He states mutters.
I lean down, lowering to her height, "why don't we make this interesting?" I say, as she turns around those blue sapphires peeing up at me. Her tantalizing locks of brown hair giving off something sweet Pineapple, no? Coconut.
I don't fucking know, but something seemingly entirely her before I catch her eyes flick down towards my lips for hesitant second. An undeniable pull of wanting to pull her closer crosses my mind and see if she tastes just as sweet as she smells, but I block thought as soon as it flashes.
Going down that road is a no.
I instinctively lick my lips, wetting the skin as my lips pull into a sneaky grin when her eyes tract the movement and her breathing turns a little bit harsher.
She blinks, taking a step back, seemingly clearing her head, "Hmm, I'm listening" she posters, her brows quivering before trying to distract herself back to the game.
"Why don't you and I make a little bet?"
She regards me, looking back over her shoulder—her brows pulling together in masked confusion to see where i'm going with this. "A bet?"
