Chapter 61: Evie
Evie tried to fool herself that it wasn’t serious. It was just s*x, right? She got out of the bed on her tippy toes, a total cliché. She was trying not to make a noise, and looked around for her skirt. There it was. Now, where was her b*a?
Under his arm.
Damn.
She considered for a second going commando, but thought better of it. It was the only b*a that fit well in this heat, and she wasn’t gonna leave it behind, dammit! She pulled on the strap and he grunted in his sleep, l*****g his dry lips with a vowel sound. She froze. He was still asleep. Good. She pulled the strap and it slooowly slid underneath his arm and voilà! Free. Free to put those boobies back in their place, instead of all over.
Where was her bag? There it was. She took a glance at herself on the mirror
