It Was Always You

Later that evening after dinner and Evan had taken Shasta off to bed, Isabel was finishing cleaning up the kitchen. He came up to the doorframe and watched her for a few moments before clearing his throat.

Turning around to face him she gives a smile. "I'm almost done here and then will be heading in for the night." She tells him as she places the last dish in the dishwasher.

"Actually, I was wondering if you didn't mind having a small drink with me." he asked, feeling a little nervous.

She stops midway through shutting the dishwasher door, looking up at him with slightly wide eyes. He straightens his shoulders feeling embarrassed now. "You don't have to. If you think that's stepping over any boundaries-"

"No. I would like to have a small drink with you." She smiles warmly, her cheeks flaming on her skin.

A sigh of relief flows through him as he slowly smiles back at her. "Cool."

He quickly helps her finish up in the kitchen and brings down two wine glasses. They both head to the living room where he pops the cork and pours a small amount for the two of them. Once they got comfortable and they were facing each other he couldn't hold in the burning question that had been bothering him since the first time she mentioned it.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" He started off.

Taking a drink she nods before saying, "Sure."

"You mentioned about your mother being sick and not being able to afford help to take care of her. Why didn't you just bring her here to live with you while you worked for me? Wouldn't that be easier instead of hiring someone for all day and commuting back and forth to see her when she's all the way across town?"

She stared at him for a moment and then frowned. Placing the glass on the table in front of them she looks right at him. "When I did the interview with Selena she had informed me that no other relative was allowed to live here while I was working for you."

Oh. He had forgotten he had told Sel that when looking for a new babysitter. He didn't want to be taken advantage of at the time since that was all people seemed to be doing to him lately. It was a precaution. Placing his glass down next to hers he fully faces her, sitting a little better on the couch.

"You're right. I did tell her to mention that. But after getting to know you and your situation I wouldn't mind if you moved her in with you. I just didn't want someone to bring in their boyfriend or something and ruin the mother house."

She suddenly perks up at that. "Are you sure? You wouldn't mind if she lived here with me?"

He quickly nods his head. "Absolutely. I can even help her move. She can move in tomorrow if you want."

Tears swell on the brink of her lashes as she stared at him with disbelief, throwing him in for a loop that he may have did or said something wrong. Quickly taking her hands he gushes to say,

"I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing-"

Suddenly she leaned in pressing her lips against his getting caught up in the heat of the moment and being overthrown with such emotional joy that she wasn't thinking straight. The wine didn't help either. She wasn't much of a drinker for a reason. She could never hold alcohol in her system.

His body stiffens from the abrupt way she smashed her soft lips against his very own. At first he had no idea what to do other than just sit there as still as possible. She quickly retracts, horror written all over her face as she quickly covers her mouth with her hand.

"I-I'm so sorry!" She whispered feverishly, her face immediately blushing red from her humiliation of what she had just done. "I d-didn't...I-I..." She was at a loss for words.

Evan slowly, gently reaches a hand to cup her cheek that was flaming hot from her embarrassment. Slowly she lowers her hand unable to look away as he leans in, eyes locked, and presses their lips together once more.

Sparks like never before entered his being as he pressed her body against his, the heat of their skin inflaming his senses as she responded to him just as eagerly as he responded to her. Not even Mila had ever made him feel this hot or bothered. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her even closer to him causing a gasp and a small whimper to come out of her.

She links her arms around his neck as she slightly opens her mouth so he can invade it with his tongue. As soon as they touched it was like a burst of sensations erupted together making him lose all rational thought. Slowly descending to the couch, lying her on her back he completely covers his body with hers, pressing down slightly as both of their breaths shudder from the heavenly contact.

Ravishing each other's mouth they stay in that position for some time, not wanting to rush and yet not wanting to ever stop at the same time. Finally they both breathe in air as they broke apart and stared at one another in a blissed out daze.

"That was..." She breathes heavily, staring into his eyes.

"Everything." He finishes on a whisper, never taking his own eyes from hers.

And he meant it. As he slowly leans back into the kiss, softly, gently, caressing them with a tenderness he didn't know he could even possess. His erection presses hard into her soft stomach causing her flesh to tingle all over from the feeling of what it could do in the pleasures of her body.

She moves slightly, causing him to suck in his breath as she purposely grinds their bodies together. Leaning his forehead against hers, breaking their kiss once more he tries hard to control his urges.

"Evan..." Her whispered cry nearly undid him.

And when she continued to torture him with rubbing her body against his, he couldn't take another second of it. "Fuck, I want you." He groans out, taking his right hand and grazing it against her side, up her rib cage and unto her breast perking the nipple right through the fabric of her bra and shirt.

She moans a cute little sound, closing her eyes as she slightly arches her back, melding their bodies even more. "Then take me, please Evan." She practically begs.

Not a second later he sits up, straddling her legs around his waist as he looks down at the most beautiful vision he's ever seen. Her flesh was flushed, her cheeks pinken from the heat, her lips swollen and red from his own. Her chest fell up and down in a heavy rhythm. He could seriously watch her become completely undone and be satisfied with never getting his own satisfaction if he could watch her all day long like this.

In this moment neither of them thought of their positions or what had brought them here. Their only thought and concern was to feel the other and succumb to the thralls of passion that they evoke within one another. And he stared down at her with all her beauty and innocence, he couldn't help but wonder what he did to experience something as wonderful as this.

Reaching to the top of her leggings he hooks his index fingers and slowly starts to descend them past her waist. In case she wanted to change her mind he goes slowly. But looking deeply into her eyes he knew without a doubt there was no way she wanted this to stop.

A slow grin grazes his lips, and he gives her the most smoldering eyes he has ever given anyone making her insides go taunt with want and desperation.