Along The Way

Chapter 18 - When I Meet Mrs Evans

- Present -

|Dylan |

THE SMELL OF red berries filtered through my sleep-addled mind, something soft tickled my nose and my eyes fluttered open. The first thing I saw was a mass of shiny soft looking blond hair, then the warmth hit me. It took me a minute to remember where I was, and when I did, my hold instinctively tightened.

I sat up carefully, so as not to wake her and stole a lengthy look at her angelic face.

Hands tucked under her cheek, a small crease on her forehead and a hot pouting mouth, she made the most beautiful, entrancing vision I'd ever seen. I had to blink a few times before I could drag my gaze away from her.

But then my eyes traveled down and I swallowed.

That nighty really was torture.

Sometime during the night, the fabric had ridden up leaving her creamy thigh exposed and giving me a glimpse of butt cheek. The skin looked soft and inviting, my hands would mold perfectly to it and...

f**k me.

I ran a hand down my face before I jumped off the bed.

One look down at myself told me I'd slept on the shirt I'd worn to the wedding and a pair of boxers. I searched around for my discarded pants putting them on before leaving the bedroom and closing the door softly behind me.

If I'd been at my house, I'd have foregone the pants, but I didn't want to come across anyone in Charlotte's family in boxers and sporting a hard on. Not that a wrinkled shirt and pants were much better.

I crept down the stairs in the direction of the kitchen hoping to find some food up for grabs. What I didn't expect was coming face to face with Charlotte's mother.

I stopped short of crossing the archway connecting the kitchen with the huge dining room. For a brief moment I considered turning around and returning upstairs, but then something pushed me to take that last step into full view.

Her face came up from her hunched posture on the kitchen island as she registered someone approaching. Blue eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but notice the bags under them, I bet planning a wedding took a toll on everyone.

Her face brightened a bit at my entrance. "Oh, you're up."

I offered what I hoped was a polite smile at the same time I ran a hand through my hair, "Morning, Mrs Evans."

It was never a question where Charlotte took her looks from. I could imagine her twenty years from now as a carbon copy of her mother, except for her green eyes. That feature must have been passed down from another side of her family.

I watched as she came closer, one hand extended in front of her,"Call me Ceecee. I don't think we've been properly introduced."

I shook her hand. "Dylan Trafford."

She smiled as she stared up at me.

I honestly didn't know what I expected my first conversation with Mrs Evans to look like, but surely this wasn't it.

She must have realized she'd been clasping my hand and staring into my face for a whole minute because she suddenly let go. "Oh," Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink."There are leftovers from the wedding's catering in the fridge if you'd like something to eat."

I jerked my chin as I rounded the island, "Thanks."

Taking a peek inside the fridge, I took a small plate filled with bite-sized snacks of avocado toast and smoked salmon. I was considering the other options when I heard Mrs Evans at my back. "She loves the mini pies."