Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 168 Half Alive

*Trisha*

Evan is JUST like Paul. I got to him so he made it a point to distance himself and decide to sleep on the couch. And even though I hooked up with Noah, Evan got to me too. The way he gazed down at me, the way his heart pounded against my hand.

That was why Evan was giving me the cold shoulder all night. He obviously knew I fooled around with the firefighter in Nate's dressing room. It bothered him. He's always been  flirty but never to the point I thought he had any interest in me. I was wrong.

And now I'm laying in the huge king sized bed while the muscular six foot bodyguard is curled up on the small sofa. Fully clothed by the way. The fucker is still fully clothed. I'm surprised he even took his shoes off!

"Evan." I whine, seeing him shift uncomfortably on the tiny sofa. "Come sleep in the bed. This is ridiculous."

"I'm good here, thank you though." He answers politely. Christ. I sit up in the dark and inhale sharply.

"For fucks sake, you are literally sleeping in your bodyguard uniform, get your ass in this bed right now, Scofield!" I scold.

"Ma'am..."

"Evan..... grow a set and sleep in the bed. I'm not fucking playing games." I purposely throw out the f-bomb with my trucker mouth knowing it always makes Evan smirk. But the man is disciplined. He doesn't budge.

"Jesus Christ." I twist the lamp on and swing my legs out of bed, walking over to the bodyguard. "Lets go mountain man." I tease and grab his hand to pull him up.

"Really, I'm fine here." Evan is a stubborn sonofabitch.

"I need you to have a good night's sleep. You are in charge of protecting my best friend out there tomorrow. AND ME! I need you fully alert and well rested. Now, get up." I demand again, pulling at his hand. Evan huffs and finally gives in, rising to his feet. 

But that's not the only thing that has risen. My eyes drop down and back up quickly.

"I told you...I'm fine on the couch." Evan's voice is lower now, rougher, his breathing uneven.

My hands lift, instinctively resting on his solid chest. He doesn't step back, but he also doesn't make a move. He keeps his arms at his sides, like he's willing himself to stay still.  There's this moment where we are both frozen. I keep my eyes lowered, but let my fingers trail down over his chest, down his abs, and feel his muscles tense beneath my touch.

He's holding his ground. But just barely.

"Miss Banks..." Evan's breath hitches when my fingers reach the buckle on his belt. 

"You're not sleeping on a fucking couch." I whisper and tug at his belt until it's unbuckled and on the floor. "And you're not sleeping in your fucking uniform." 

I untuck his black shirt and start unbuttoning it from the bottom up. Evan's self-control holds strong. He watches silently as my hands slip beneath his shirt, easing it off his shoulders with deliberate slowness. My fingers trace gently through the soft, light brown hair on his chest, then glide downward, skimming over his abs. A subtle shift, a tightening beneath my touch, his body reacts more. His breathing deepens, but he still keeps his hands at his sides. Controlled. Impressive, Evan.

I gaze up at the bodyguard at the same time my fingers work on the button then zipper of his black slacks, making sure my hands don't touch the protruding bulge beckoning me for attention. 

Evan swallows hard...audibly, like he's trying to steady himself. I pull down his pants and follow the motion downward, my body trailing his until I'm on my knees. When I glance up,  his eyes lock onto mine, intense and penetrating straight through me. Every muscle in his body flexed yet restrained. Ok that's fucking hot.