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CarolFor the next few days, Evans keeps his distance.He's not cold to me like he was before, but he's also never more than cordial. We don't share the kind of laughs we shared during the outing to the petting zoo, and he never gets as close to me, emotionally or physically, as he was that night.It bothers me, and I hate that it does. I keep reminding myself that this is what we agreed to, and that it's for the best.But still, I hate it. I hate the distance, because the worst part of it all is that I'm starting to like him.Living with him, and being around him so often, I keep getting little glimpses of the man he is beneath the ever-present stoic mask. He seemed like he was warming up to me, and it felt special to see that side of him, something that I'm sure very few people have seen.And it was unbelievably attractive. I don't think I've ever been this attracted to a man in my life. Now that he's withdrawn back behind his facade, I miss him, the guy I had started to fall for.I
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EvansSince it's Carolina's day off, I'm responsible for Brandon on Saturdays. Once the little man is at the table with his breakfast, I sit opposite him, open up my laptop, and try to get some work done.I can't go into the office, but I can get a head start on next week. I rarely let a weekend go to waste.But it's hard to focus this morning, because I just keep thinking about Carolina.There was something off about her today. She wasn't as cheerful as she usually is, and she wouldn't tell me where she was going.It's none of my business, of course, but still, I can't stop thinking about it. What if she's going on a date?I click away from the spreadsheet I was supposed to be double-checking, tabbing over to Instagram on my laptop.I feel like a fucking stalker, but it's the only way to satisfy my curiosity. I look up Carolina's profile. She doesn't have a lot of photos posted, but there is one from today, around half an hour ago.It's hard to tell where she is from the photo; it lo
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EvansShit. I barged straight in without even thinking to check the fucking map, or check the sign above the door.Carolina's not on a date. She's volunteering. At a community center—helping kids who are just like she was, kids who need someone to look out for them.Jesus. I'm such a fucking idiot.I clear my throat, approaching Carolina at her table. "Is there anything I can do while I'm waiting?"She frowns, not looking up from her cards. "There's a coffee shop down the block.""I meant something I could do to help."At that, she lifts her head and nods in the direction of the back hallway. "They can always use help in the kitchen. Go ask back there."Five minutes later, I'm sorting plastic cutlery into paper bags for take-home meals. I keep at it for about twenty minutes before Carolina appears in the kitchen doorway to let me know that she's ready to go.She's silent as we walk out to the car, but I can practically hear the gears in her head turning. She's too smart to have bought
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CarolAfter Evans picks me up from the community center, the following week is a special kind of hell.At this point, we're both aware of this thing burning between us—it's gotten too powerful to deny, and we have each separately admitted that we feel it.But neither of us will do anything about it.I'm definitely not allowed to do anything about it. Evans is my boss. It's a good job, and if nothing else, I owe it to Brandon to keep things professional.And it is professional between us. But still, Evans isn't as closed off as he was initially.When he comes home from work, he talks to me. About Brandon, but also about other things. About my education. About his firm. About my interest in painting, and the cyclically-changing suite of paintings that grace my easel.I find myself looking forward to our conversations, which have an easy, relaxing flow to them, despite the ever-present tension. Most nights, once Brandon has gone to bed, we will sit together in the kitchen or the den. He
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CarolRather than call his driver, Evans takes us to Coney Island in his own car. It's almost funny to see the sleek luxury model parked alongside all of the regular sedans and minivans in the parking lot.The party group is assembled by the entrance to the park. Brandon skips happily, swinging from my arm as we approach; I let go of his hand, and he runs forward to greet his friend, the birthday boy, a small child with cropped black curls.Around the children are their parents. I recognize some of them from the concert at Brandon's pre-K, and from the petting zoo, though a few are new faces. None of them look particularly pleased to see us. Some of the moms have pinched expressions, like they just stepped in something foul.Most of the displeased, judgmental expressions are directed my way, and I know exactly what they're thinking: that I'm overstepping my place. That I'm acting like more than just a nanny.I stare at the ground, avoiding their stares. I want to pretend that it doesn
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CarolA hard look comes over Evans' face, and his hand moves up higher. A finger dips inside my panties, and a quiet groan escapes him."You're wet," he murmurs, his voice strained as if driven to desperation. "Is this for me?""Yes," I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs as I squirm a little on the seat. "It is.""Jesus," he rasps. "So fucking wet, just from hearing me talk about what I'd do to you. You're killing me."I whimper as his exploration becomes more focused, his fingers slipping through my folds easily and finding my clit. I want to be subtle—I can't imagine how mortifying it would be if someone heard me moan—but his touch feels so good, every bit as good as I imagined it would.And the thought of other people hearing me? Well, I have to admit that that turns me on even more. Wondering whether the people ahead of us and behind hear me moan, whether they can start to guess what's happening here.As if he can read my mind, Evans whispers, "Look at you. Fuck, you look
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CarolFor a few seconds, our gazes are locked. I'm lost in his dark blue eyes, which gleam in the dim light of the lamp in my room.He unfreezes abruptly, almost roughly, grabbing the sides of my face. His lips are on mine, and with wild abandon, I cling to him, lean into him, let him walk me backward into the room. His hands are all over me, groping every curve of my body."Oh god," I whimper into his mouth."I'm not a god," he groans. "But you taste like a fucking angel."Evans shoves the door shut behind us, then spins me around, pressing me up against it. His grip is tight on my upper arms as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. He devours my lips, then moves to my jawline, my neck, my shoulders.He tugs my top off, and I lift my arms to facilitate him. His fingers find my nipples, and I gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, my knees going weak. With the door at my back and Evans pressed against my front, I manage to stay upright.He makes his way back to my mouth
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CarolAs I lie there, dazed but ready for more, Evans undoes the knot holding up his silk pajama pants and kicks them off. His boxers fall next. He fishes around in his pocket and produces a condom.I'm a little disappointed that the strip show ends there—in all of my fantasies, I've tried to imagine him without his shirt on—but as he kneels between my legs on the bed, his stiff cock juts out beneath the hemline of his t-shirt, and my attention is instantly seized by it.He rolls the condom on, and once his hands are out of the way, I see how massive his cock is. It's much, much bigger than I remembered from my last glimpse of it."I-It's so big," I stammer, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the thought of taking him all.He laughs, breaking the slight tension. "You've already seen it," he reminds me. "Is it really that surprising?""Yeah. Well, there's a big difference between seeing a snake in a zoo and having one right in my face. Are you sure it will... fit?"I tug my lip betw
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CarolinaFor a few seconds, I'm silent, in shock. Then the tears start, and I'm powerless to stop them. "Of course," I manage to choke out, a feeling of weightless elation filling my heart. I feel as though I might drift straight out of this Ferris wheel, up into the sky. "Of course I will."Evans smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips over Brandon's head."Yes!" Brandon shouts, delighted, and Evans and I break apart. I smile at Brandon through my happy tears."What's up, bud?""You're getting married to each other!" Brandon exclaims, beaming. "This is the best birthday ever!" Then he frowns abruptly, noticing my expression. "Why are you crying? Are you sad?""No," I assure him. "Sometimes, people cry when they're very, very happy."The Ferris wheel lurches back into motion, and I feel Evans's hand on my shoulder, his fingertips brushing my neck.As we near the ground, I peer down at the crowd, my eyes widening when I recognize a few familiar faces. "Wait—Evans, is that Olivia?""I invite
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Carolina"Go easy on the cotton candy," I chide Brandon, whose lips are sticky and purple from the confection. "That stuff is gonna make you feel sick.""But it's my birthday!""I know," I say, "but you don't want to be sick on your birthday, do you? After all, you haven't ridden the roller coaster yet."He frowns, considering this, his gaze straying to the kiddie roller coaster across the fairway. Then he shrugs, conceding the point. "Okay," he says. "Everyone else can share the rest of mine."He hands the remaining candy floss over to one of his friends, Jazz, who eagerly tears off a chunk and passes it to the next child.I smile, stepping back to stand beside Evans. Brandon wanted to invite his entire class back to the amusement park for his birthday—a huge fling that would've been immensely difficult if it weren't for the presence of some of the other parents, extra watchful eyes on the kids."We should go on the roller coaster next," Brandon says, trying to cajole his friends. "W
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EvansAfter I finish, Carolina is silent for so long that it terrifies me.I just unloaded my entire heart to her, but for the first time in my life, I'm not sure if I said the right thing. I'm not sure if there's anything else I should say, or if another word might only make things worse.I've always known how to handle myself in any situation, always prided myself on being able to manage whatever came my way. But as I gaze at Carolina, desperately wanting her to believe me, all of that confidence slips away.There are tears in the corners of her eyes. Did I just make her cry? Is she upset? Did I just fuck up again?I open my mouth, not sure what else is going to come out—probably a babbling mess of nonsense, to be honest—but before I can stammer a single word, Carolina leans up to kiss me.We stay there for a few moments, locked in a deep kiss. All I can think about is how soft her lips are against mine, the scent of her floral shampoo that I sought in the sheets of my empty bed for
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CarolinaIt's a long drive, all the way from Evans's place up to the Bronx. With each passing minute, I grow more confused, until finally, Evans pulls into a tree-lined asphalt drive, dappled with sunlight.I don't know what destination I was expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn't this. We're at Woodlawn Cemetery.Evans drives slowly through the wrought iron gates, then up the winding access road, in silence. I turn to him, frowning."Evans—""Almost there," he says.He stops the car beneath the sweeping branches of a massive maple, then steps out, gesturing for me to do the same. I hesitate for a few moments, watching as he crosses the street and approaches a simple, granite headstone.Finally, my curiosity gets the better of me. I climb out of the car and approach him. He turns to face me."I wanted to take you to meet my sister," he says. He's smiling, but there's something sad in the depths of his eyes. "I thought that the most important ladies in my life should get the chance
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CarolinaOutside of Evans's ceiling-high windows, there's a flawless view of the winding branches of the oak tree in the backyard. I wake to the sound of a bird, sitting on the branch, chirping a morning tune.I'm nestled into Evans's arms, and that feels... good. Warm. Right. He's still asleep; the bird hasn't woken him. I spend a few seconds dwelling on the blissful feeling, the pleasant soreness in my muscles, as I watch the chickadee hop around on the branch and finally take flight.As soon as it vanishes out of sight, the reality of everything starts to sink in, and I bite my lip as a knot forms in my stomach.Shit. What did I just do?This was a huge mistake. The wound of our breakup was finally starting to heal over, enough that we could have a nice dinner without any awkwardness and with minimal hurt.And now, after this, I've definitely just reopened it, to its fullest extent.It's just going to get harder and harder every time I let myself have a taste. I can't let this cycl
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CarolinaEvans trails his mouth over my neck and shoulders, teeth scraping my skin as I hook my legs around his waist, both of us desperate for the other."So fucking perfect." His voice is muffled against my skin, as if he can't bear to pull away long enough to speak. "You taste so good, Carolina. Every inch of you. I need you so goddamn badly."His hands move to the waistband of my pants, working the button and zipper down, and I rock from side to side a little, lifting my hips enough for him to slide them off. He takes my panties with them, and I hiss out a breath as the cool marble meets my bare skin."I need to be inside you," Evans groans, nearly ripping my pants off my legs as I desperately kick off my shoes. The heat between us is like an inferno, and I swear the rest of my clothes are about to burn to ash just from touching my skin. "Can I...?""Yes!" It's a breathless gasp, and I nod, reaching for his pants too.He's still wearing his shirt, and so am I, but I hardly even ca
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CarolinaA rush of memories hits me as I walk down the second-floor hallway, especially as I walk past the room I lived in while I worked here. Unable to help my curiosity, I pause outside the door, leaning in to survey my old living space.It's almost empty. The bed is made, but it looks like it hasn't been touched since I was here. It's a little depressing, so I move on quickly.Brandon, in his room, has already put on his pajamas with lightning speed. He's crawling into bed as I enter."Story, story, story!" he chants, an eager grin on his face."Ah, ah," I say. "What are you forgetting?"Brandon frowns for a moment, unsure; then realization dawns on him. He climbs back out of bed and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Only once he's back do I settle on the side of his bed, racking my brains for a story.Eventually, I spin a tale about our two betta fish meeting in a stream and becoming friends. Given what I know about betta fish, this is a pretty fanciful story—if Gill and
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CarolinaWe all head up to the registers together, and once everything is paid for, I pause by the door awkwardly, glancing back at Brandon and Evans."Well, it was really nice to run into the two of you," I begin, expecting to ungracefully part ways."You should come have dinner with us!" Brandon bursts out loudly—he's having an energetic day.I cringe internally, glancing over at Evans. "Um, I don't know if that's a good idea, kiddo.""But it would be so fun!" Brandon cries.Evans nods, his eyes warm as he meets my gaze. His voice is sincere as he says, "Please. You should join us."Whatever I was expecting Evans to say, it wasn't that. I open my mouth to refuse, then close it, considering. It couldn't hurt to just go over for dinner. In fact, it might help with the heartache I've been feeling—a reminder that time moves on, or something."Okay, sure," I say hesitantly. "I didn't have anything to do this evening, anyway."Rather than taking the subway back to my place, I get into the
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CarolinaThere are at least fifteen different brands of fish food at the pet store, which makes shopping for my still-unnamed betta fish way more difficult than it needs to be.It's a low maintenance creature, so I don't know what could possibly necessitate all of these different brands. One promises shinier scales, and the other claims to promote healthier fins. I shake my head, weighing one option in each hand.Finally, I decide to make the choice at random. If I picked wrong, my unnamed fish will just have to cope with subpar pellets.I toss the box into my shopping basket and continue down the aisle. I have to pick out a new filter for his little tank, then I'll be on my way.As I round the corner into the next aisle, I almost run straight into someone. I stumble back, startled, and drop my basket. The box of fish food slides across the floor."S-sorry," I stammer, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment."No worries," says a familiar voice.I freeze with my hand halfway to the fish
