Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 37: The Clingy Type

~ [Evelyn] ~

"Is this skirt too short?" I asked Liam as he stood leaning on the doorframe with gentle smile on his lips. The amusement was all there in his eyes and I just wanted to slap it away, but I was too busy wondering if what I'm wearing was appropriate.

"No, Ev, you look beautiful. Besides, who cares what my mom thinks of what you wear? She's not the one dating you," he assured me as he came up to me from behind, nuzzling into my neck. A short giggle escaped my lips as I twisted myself to turn and face him. He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers and whispered, "Gorgeous."

I blushed under his loving gaze and only when I heard my phone buzzed did I fall out of the trance I was in. Damn, he's got me wrapped around his finger.

Harper Green: Are you wearing it? Lemme see! 😍

Me: [Sent Photo]

Me: I feel like it's too short! 😩

Harper Green: Stop worrying! You look classy AND hot. Like a high class prostitute. 👌💯

Me: Gee. Thanks, Harp. 😒

Harper Green: What? That's honestly like the best compliment. Rich men pay you to roll around in bed with them. I wish I was one. 😩 *SIGH*

I bit back the smile that spread my lips across my face. Harper spent forever this past weekend trying to help me find a few suitable outfits to wear today to have dinner with Liam's mother, Lillian, at her place. I had only seen Lillian a few times and during those few times, she was either busy with other guests or she was scowling at me for no reason. I was hoping tonight would mend whatever thing she has against me.

Yeah. No pressure or anything.

In the car, I sat with my torso twisted so that I could fully stare at my boyfriend, aiming to make him uncomfortable. His lips were full to an extent, well-kept and moisturized. The afternoon sunset shined over his eyes, making those usually dark gems glimmer a honey brown that rarely made an appearance. In this light, he looked softer, more at peace. His dark lashes curled almost as much as the hair, cut short upon his head. His jawline was clear and sharp enough to cut through my heart, and to be completely honest, to die from his handsomeness doesn't sound all that bad.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said with a shit eating grin.

"Say that again and I might take one for your gravestone," I muttered in response as I turned away from his chuckle. I was twiddling my thumbs, a nervous habit I have yet to let go of.

"Ev," he spoke in a soft tone, "You'll be alright. I love you and my mother will love you because of that at least."

Knocking on the front door, Liam turned over to me, squeezing the hand I had in his and smiling reassuringly at me. When the reddish wooden door finally swung open, I found the face of Grace Bigg greeting us with a wide smile, eyes solely on Liam.

"Hey, big guy!" she greeted him as if they saw each other on the regular. Which they did. Why did I hate that so much?

"Uh, hey, Grace. What are you doing here?"

"Your mom invited me over for dinner. Oh, hey Evelyn," she casually gave me a half wave before turning around and strolling back into the house like she owned it.