Novels by Novel by Esther

"Ev!""Alright, Rosy!" He called back. He nodded to Joey and then crossed over to me."Thought you'd left already," I said, remembering the red head he was chatting up inside."Nah, but what happened to you? Saw you leaving with that guy about twenty minutes ago.""I'll catch you up on the way. Wanna stay at mine tonight?" I asked pulling open the door to a nearby cab."Sure."I spent the journey home filling him in on what happened at Darren's and how I felt. When we finally made it back, I was so tired from the night. I wanted nothing more than to head straight to bed. Looking forward to sleep and dreading the trip to my parents Once more tomorrow.************The next afternoon, I found myself and Evan, once again at my parent's house. Thankfully I'd managed to talk him into accompanying me there this time too. I'd worn him down despite his protests, promising to fund his pizza habit for the next week. Just as I closed the front door my mother appeared. A beaming smile on her face

Fuck, what is happening to me? How can a few minutes with one guy affect me in a way that no other man has managed to in my entire life? Mentally shaking myself I took a sip of the coffee and jumped up feeling suddenly energized. Deciding Evan was talking sense. Time to get up and get back out there."I'm off to get showered and ready.""Good, I'll wait here." He smiled triumphantly, kicking his feet up on to the table.Reaching my bedroom, I crossed into my bathroom, removing my subtle work make up that was ever so slightly smudged from my sleep. Tying my hair back, I jumped into the shower, savouring the sensation of the hot water running over my skin. Grabbing my nearby shower gel, I rubbed it over my body. The delicious scent of pomegranate and red apple fill my nose.When I was done. I wrapped a towel firmly around myself and made my way back to my room. Taking a seat at my dressing table, I applied my body lotion and made quick work of my makeup then dropped the towel into the l

I placed the kettle back on to the base and reached for the milk. As I stirred the tea my mind remained elsewhere. Still thinking back to the club that Saturday night, now nearly a week ago. I had barely been thinking of anything else since then. It was both curious and highly unusual and irritating.I've never thought about a guy like this, not even in my overly hormonal teenage years. This isn't me. I don't go all mushy over a random chance meeting with a hot guy. But even as I thought it I realized that's exactly what's been happening.Flashes of how I've spent every night since then raced through my head, nights in that club just hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. It's normal for me to venture into the club almost every day. Not always to get drunk and let loose, sometimes it's just a welcome place to go chill out and unwind. Chat with people and listen to good music. But there's no denying I've been pushing it a little more this past week. Getting there as soon as I can and

"Let's see if I have more luck than them.Two whiskeys Richie, make them doubles."He nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips before he passed me two glasses."Good luck.""I don't need luck, I'm fucking charming." I winked. Turning to walk away, hearing Richie's laugh fading more with every step.I felt strangely nervous as I neared him, his gaze was fixed on the empty glass still in his hand. I dodged around the crowd of the dancers and finally reached his table. He didn't look up until I placed a glass in front of him and slipped into the seat opposite, not waiting for the invitation. Predicting that it was unlikely to come.I took a sip of my drink as I faced him, realizing just how handsome he was up close. How his light brown hair was styled but not overly so and just like Evan he sported light stubble which defined his chiselled jawline. He was dressed in simple casual clothes, dark jeans and a plain black T-shirt that framed his muscular arms and shoulders.One of his eyebro

Evan could always help Cheer me up and get me through these moments. Especially the parent moments. I wasn't big on comforting hugs and big emotional displays. I guess because I never really had any growing up.Evan, Roseline? Dinner is ready." My mother's voice rang out from down the hall. I pulled back out of Evan's arms."Coming!" I shouted back. "I'm going to need another drink," I whispered. Looking longingly at the whiskey bottle, mentally working out if I had long enough to drink the entire contents before either of them came to get us."Nope, come on. There will be some at the table, you'll only Start a fight if you walk in with that." Evan took hold of my upper arm steering me away from the bar and towards the dinning room."I might not make it that far." I sighed dramatically as he chuckled softly, pulling me further along the hall. "Promise me something.""Anything.""If it starts to look dark for me in there, just kill me.""Don't be silly, you'll be fine. Just look forwar

I rifled through my wardrobe throwing an outfit together. My mom's words still ringing in my head."Family dinner."To normal people that wouldn't be a big deal. But to me. Those two words were filled with all kinds of promise for an unpleasant evening. Knowing I would have to endure the usual interrogations and thinly veiled disapproving looks and comments from my parents. Evan had attempted to slip out while I was still on the phone, thinking he could escape. But to no such luck for him as my mother extended the invitation to his attendance too.We'd spent the afternoon out and about enjoying what free time we had before it was time to go to the dreaded dinner. I heard a key turn in the door downstairs followed by Evan's voice calling out from the hall."You ready? or have you run away?""Still here, couldn't fit my suitcase through the window," I called back.Shrugging off my robe, I picked up a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled them on. I had barely done them up when Evan appe