Evie's POV: (cont.)
We just smiled at him. Think about it as much as I love my mom but it's been 12 years. "It's about time." Eric says. He gets up and gives our dad one of those manly hugs. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, son." They look at me waiting for my response. "It's good to hear, dad." I smile.
"Thanks, sweetie. I glad that you guys aren't mad."
"Why would we be mad? You deserve something that makes you happy." I said. Eric nods in agreement.
"Come on." He said motioning us with his hands as to say group hug. We hug. It feels like we're a family, again. "Hey, dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Who is she?"
"Um, well she works at the bank. Her name is Anna Camden."
"You mean the one with the huge..." Eric looked at us for a moment then dropped his hands where he was showing us how big her boobs are.
"Yes, she's the one."
"Nice, dad." Eric gives him a pat on the back. "Dad, can I go over to Drake's?" Eric just shakes his head, "You guys just don't know how to stop."
"Stop what?" My dad looks at him questionably.
"Nothing, inside joke. Can I go?"
"Sure, but I want you back before ten."
"Come on, dad, it's Saturday."
"Fine, ten thirty."
"Why can't I stay out later?"
"Because I was seventeen once and I know what's it's like to be young and in love."
"Oh god, I'm leaving." I phone up Drake. "I'm on my way."
"Awesome, I convinced my parents to go to a late dinner." I know he is smiling.
"Sweet, see you in ten."
"Bye, love you."
"Love you more."
When I got to Drake's I was surprise of what I saw. I was just expecting us to have sex, sex, and more sex. I was wrong because when I knocked on the door
he yelled, "If it's Evie hold on a moment. But if you're someone else go away no one's home!"
I laugh, "No baby it's me!" I yell back through the door. I hear him stumble. "Oh shit. Ow ow."
"Are you alright?" I said pleading and put my hand on the door knob.
"No, no don't come in!" I stand there for what seems like hours. "Okay, now come in." I turn the knob, opening the door to see the lights were on dim and the
floor was covered with rose petals that led down the hall to his bedroom. The fireplace was lit and there were fake candles everywhere. Plus, he made us
dinner. I never suspected him to do anything so romantic for me in his life. I started to cry; the thought of him doing something so sweet and chivalrous. "Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?" Drake comes to me and puts my face in his hands. And began whipping my tears away, "Do you not like it?"
I shake my head no. "Baby I love it."
"Then why the tears?"
"They're tears of happiness." I haven't gotten a good look at him until now. Dammmmn he looks hot! It seems like he has just stepped out of the shower; his
hair still appears to still have water droplets in the strands, he smells of soap and cologne. He is wearing a blue button down shirt that has the first two
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