"Gosh, I'm so stuffed, I hope I don't get bloated for tomorrow's shoot..." Evette's voice almost catches him off guard as he lays in bed staring at the empty ceiling. "I think I have to make space."
Before Domen could catch a glimpse of her, she already disappears through the bathroom door and closes it shut. He stares at the door a moment longer before he hears the faint sound of the shower running.
He knows Evette isn't taking a shower so late at night. He knows she's just trying to remove what she had eaten by throwing it right out of her mouth and into the toilet.
She's done it a couple of times when she wants to eat so much that day.
He can't stop her from doing it, since her entire life depends on how she looks and how her body makes many envy being her.
Just like Lavender who admires her body.
Domen turns to his side and reaches for his phone. He leans up onto one hand as he scrolls down his list of apps in search for one thing.
When he finds what he's looking for, he instantly types in the exact coordinates and it fills his screen with a rather embarrassing amount of photos.
Lavender really doesn't care about her social life.
He sighs as he leans back into his bed and holds the phone up as he slowly scrolls the few list of photos.
Most of her photos are with Evette that almost seem to take more likes than when she is alone. He isn't surprised why there's such a big difference, and he knows Lavender is very aware of it.
People don't find her that attractive.
She has childish features, like a heart shaped head, round cheeks with a slight visible cheekbone and slightly large innocent eyes.
If he could guess her age from her face alone, he could say she is nineteen. But when someone trails their eyes down to the rest of her, that's where they know she isn't a child.
She's got large breasts that aren't of course perfectly round since they are natural. She's got round shoulders and smooth hands compared to Evette who has a bit of definition in them, a clear sign Evette works out and Lavender doesn't.
Despite the odds, Lavender has a slim backside and a smaller upper waist just under her breasts compared to Evette. He doesn't know how but she could just have a smaller ribcage.
Probably.
But just after that short small waist effect comes her round wide hips that make the lower half of her waist look wider, just around the belly button down to her hips.
Lavender is just a curvy woman with a little extra on.
Now he knows why she'd rather just not take any photos. He can tell her self-esteem is really low and he wouldn't be surprised since people like him existed to crumble what little confidence she had with a few words.
He brushes off the feeling of guilt as he scrolls on a bit more until he stops on a short video that shows Lavender in some baggy sleeping clothes and seated in front of a large tv.
The video plays and it's evident she isn't in her own home, but somewhere with a man who is chuckling and taking the video.
Lavender almost seems completely bothered and annoyed as she tries to keep her gaze on the screen when the person keeps bothering her. The camera turns to finally reveal the man who starts boasting about how he finally got Lavender to stay the night at his place.
Domen furrows his brows as he finally remembers where he remembers the man from. He can clearly tell he's the tall man that was with Lavender that day.
He goes on boasting about Lavender being the only woman he spends his time with and how much fun he has with her when she, in the video, is only staring at the screen while munching on a cold tub of icecream.
She sure does eat a lot.
He thinks to himself as he skips the video and lands his eyes onto a photo of Lavender who is staring at the camera with a small smile while holding up a painting that looks like her.
He drops his eyes down to her eyes and can almost feel them staring back at him. The strong quality and slight brightness makes him slowly clench his jaw as he trails his eyes around her face and glances to the painting look-alike. It isn't exactly her, but it's so close.
As his eyes try to judge the accuracy of the painter, his eyes zero in on her plump red painted lips that glimmer back at him.
The inside of his stomach suddenly moves as he recalls the moment he tried to tease her but failed miserably.
Reminding himself of the innocent gaze in her eyes that stared back at him almost too alluring that he found himself confused for a moment.
Then when he found himself gazing down to her lips, his eyes failed to peel off of them.
Her lipstick was gone, and all that remained was her natural pinkness that she glossed over with a chapstick she had in her purse.
The soft sparkle in the faint light from the food truck made them look more appealing than they might be.
Almost too tempting....
Domen finds himself reaching his hand up to his lips and gently glazing his index finger against his bottom lip, tracing the edges as his eyes remain glued onto Lavender's lips as well.
"I thought I'd find you asleep." The voice scares him so much that he loses the grip onto his phone and it lands its corner against the bridge of his nose, making him flinch as he sits up and reached his fingers up to massage the pain away. "I didn't mean to scare you like that."
Evette chuckles as she walks over to him while he tries hard not to curse under his breath as the pain only gets worse the more he tries to soothe it.
She sits at the edge of the bed and watches as he tilts his head to the ceiling with his eyes tightly clenched shut.
"That must hurt." She chuckles and he nods his head as he keeps his face to the ceiling, struggling to bear the pain throbbing on the bridge of his nose.
"It does. A lot." He sighs as he tries once more to massage his nose as her eyes trail down along his neck, admiring his slight muscle build that makes his neck more wider than most men. Her eyes trail down to his wide shoulders that could carry just about anyone.
Evette just loves how masculine he is, and how it's not too excessive and too much to show. It's the perfect size, just to show off his daily commitment to his image.
She bites onto her lower lip and lowers her head to the bed as she clenches onto the covers, almost wanting to be the first to tempt him when her eyes fall onto the picture displayed onto the phone.
Her smile drops almost instantly and all feelings of the sudden tension she has for him vanished after she notices he must have been staring at Lavender.
She slowly shifts her gaze from the phone and back up to him just as he finally calms his nose down and lowers his head to face her.
They lock eyes, and for sure Domen can tell Evette's feeling off but doesn't really feel anything bad about it. She's only staring at him normally, but in complete silence.
"You should really consider avoiding that way of keeping yourself looking the way you do." Domen says when she doesn't say anything and glances around for his phone. When he finds it, it's already gone black and doesn't really suspect she might have seen the photo. Not that it would bother him if she did. "It's not healthy for your reproductive system and we'll struggle having children."
"Hm." Evette sighs as she gets up from the bed and crosses her arms over her chest as she walks from him and circles the bed to her side. "Not that I even want children anytime soon. I don't want to have to deal with mummy weight so fast."
"But you do know we aren't getting any younger and my parents are ecstatic to become grandparents, right?" He asks as he glances over his shoulder to her as she tucks herself underneath the blanket. "At least one child a few months after we marry."
"A few months after we what!?" She shoots him a shocked gaze that he sighs out to. "You're not serious, I have to model for RAIN for two years minimum, I already signed a contract and I'll be traveling after the wedding."
"Can't you do that after having a child?" Domen asks as he places his phone on the nightstand before tucking his feet into the blanket. "My parents are really looking forward to this... And they love you a lot. Do this one thing."
"Your parents aren't my future, Domen." She rolls her eyes as she leans down onto the bed and reaches for her bed lamp, flicking it off before wrapping the blanket around her body. "They should understand, explain to them I won't have kids for two years until the contract is done. This is my only chance to promote myself into becoming a successful online model without working for anyone."
Domen sighs out as he runs a hand through his hair as he leans down to the bed as well.
"I guess... But don't sign any more contracts without telling me." He says as he glances towards her back. "I don't want kids either, because I'm always busy, but this is for my parents who are really looking forward to it. I'd hate to disappoint them."
"Maybe instead of always thinking of trying to make them proud, do what makes you happy." She says as she stares into the darkness as Domen flicks his light off. "Even if you go against it, they won't hate you forever. Sometimes it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. Lavender taught me that after she heard it from a movie."
Domen chuckles as Evette smiles and closes her eyes.
"Don't be too harsh on her." She whispers as the room grows more silent. "She's emotional but won't show it. I know you've said some things to her that made her feel bad about herself. She won't tell me just to protect you so that she doesn't ruin the wedding, but I can tell, you have no sympathy at times. So have it for Lavender. She's all I have."
Domen remains silent as a frown becomes more engraved onto his face when he reminds himself of how indecent he has been with Lavender. They hadn't talked much, but he said enough.
"I already apologized. So don't worry." Domen says in a whisper as well as he stares into the darkness of his eyelids. "But I won't make any promises, the truth isn't always painless."
"I almost had my hopes up but I guess you'll still be you, huh?" Evette chuckles as Domen simply shrugs his shoulders even though he knows she can't see him do it.