6 Everett
June 23rd, 2022
I had untied her and was heading for the door when her soft voice found my ears.
“Stay,”
she requested, causing me to pause with the door open, and look back.
Lucy glanced at me before jumping up onto the bed, Olivia curled in her blankets, the exhaustion clear on her face.
I could still taste her on my lips, feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, hear her moans. Fuck, she had me by whatever it was that we were made of, and she wasn’t letting go.
I searched her eyes, the muscles in my back tensing. What would I do if I stayed? I wasn’t…No. I couldn’t.
“Sleep tight, little writer,”
I said, and left the room.
I closed the door behind me and closed my eyes, my jaw working. Fuck. I worked my hand at my side, clenching and unclenching it, my heart picking up, along with the anxiety, the guilt, the anger. I worked my jaw and turned back to the door, staring at the wood grain, my heart suddenly racing.
Should I go back?
No.
Yes?
And then what?
My hand tightened around the doorknob before I jerked it away and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I pulled up his number and called him, my eyes lifting back to the door.
It rang twice.
“Hello?”
“What do I do?”
I asked, hating the slight crack in my voice as I stared angrily at the door. “Tell me.”
Greyson was quiet for a long time. “You allow yourself to be vulnerable,”
he said quietly, Emily probably asleep right beside him. “You allow yourself to be uncomfortable because it’s for her. It’s all for her.”
I stared at that door for a long time, listening to my brother breathe.
“Everett?”
he finally asked.
“This call never happened,”
I said evenly and hung up. Maybe next time. She didn’t need me tonight. Not me. I didn’t have the ability to comfort her like Lucy or Evelyn. I would be stiff and horrible company. She would be fine tonight, I was sure of it.
I turned on my heel only to freeze when I saw Evelyn standing a few yards away in front of her bedroom door. She was wearing an oversized tee and nothing else, her arms folded across her chest, her hair up in a messy bun. She was frowning.
I pressed my lips together. “What?”
“We’re onions, Ev,”
she said, gesturing towards Olivia’s door.
My face twisted, my mind working slower than it was supposed to. “What…the fuck did you just say to me?”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re a dick,”
she replied and proceeded to storm into her room, shutting the door behind her.
I watched after her, my lips parting in absolute shock. “Onions?”
I whispered, glancing towards Olivia’s door. After a few seconds, I shook my head and headed for Olivia’s old room. I was too tired for this.
But even as I closed my door, I couldn’t help but look at hers. I had to learn. I wanted to learn. For her.
I’d do anything for her. Anything.