Kane's POV:
Currently, I was carrying Evelyn up the stairs in bridal style.
Her head was rested against my chest, as she snored ever so slightly.
I smiled at the look on her face. She was exhausted. Mentally and physically, and I could only hope she would get a good amount of sleep tonight.
She was adorable.
I loved the way my arms felt wrapped around her delicate and small body.
She was so tiny compared to me, and one wrong move caused me to fear that I would snap her into two.
One step after the other, I took light and airy steps as I did my best not to wake her.
She actually ended up falling asleep on me in the car, and when I tried to wake her up, she wouldn't budge. So I knew the only thing I could do was carry her.
I wish it could be like this all the time. I am carrying her wherever our bodies are close to one another, always.
But sadly, it couldn't.
I finally made it up to her bedroom floor as we began to walk down the hallway.
I had already texted Elena and June and told them I was taking her home, and it seemed to be fine with them, considering they were about to call it quits anyway.
As soon as I made it to her bedroom door, I slowly removed one of my hands out from under her as I turned the gold door knob that was attached.
As the door slowly creaked open, I stepped inside quite fast as I shut it behind me.
The last thing I or her needed was for someone to see us.
I was carrying her, or Evelyn passed out drunk.
I will say, though, that she knows how to handle her alcohol well. I would have expected her to be wild and flirtatious. But to be honest, she was neither one of those things.
She was still Evelyn.
My delicate little flower.
I walked over to her bed as I gently pulled back the covers as I sat her down.
She began to squirm slightly as she opened her eyes slightly.
And with a smile, she patted down on the bed, right next to her.
I really should go.
I should run like hell out of her room.
But something in my brain was telling me to stay here with her.
But as I sat my bottom at the edge of her bed, her smile got brighter as I reached down for her ankles.
I began to try and undo the straps of her heels as she started to talk and mumble different words.
"Why did you say those things to me?" She said gently, almost a whisper.
I sighed out.
"If I told you, you wouldn't understand."
As soon as the first heel was off, my fingers began to loop around the next part of the leather.
"But. You were so mean to me. And it made me really sad."
My lip quivered as I suddenly stopped fidgeting with the strap on her ankle.
"How sad?"
She was drunk.
She didn't know what she was saying.
But as they say, you always tell the truth when you are intoxicated.
"Very sad. You made me cry."
I closed my eyes so tight I thought I was going to rip my eyelids.
Even the thought of Evelyn crying about me or anyone, for that matter, had my stomach in a knot.
The thought of me making her cry tearred me apart. I hated myself with every ounce of my being for making her feel even an ounce of sadness.
She didn't deserve that what so ever.
And I felt like absolute shit for doing that to her. If I could take it all back, I would in a minute without any hesitation.
When I finally got the last heel off of her ankle, I slid them off as I placed them gently on the floor.
My eyes couldn't help but explore her body as she lay there.
She was the definition of the word perfection.
She was everything to me and more. And if we were different people, in different worlds. I wouldn't hesitate even for a second to let her know just how wonderful she really is.
But as my mind began to wander, I couldn't help but start a little rant session of my own.
"I didn't say those things to hurt you. I would never in my life try and do that to you. You are the most spectacular, beautiful woman I have ever met. And the fact that I can't tell you that is about to drive me over the edge."
I looked deeply at Evelyn's face as I realized she was passed out, so like the softy I was, I continued.
"My home life was absolute shit growing up. My mother was a drunk, and my father, well, let's just say he is probably in a grave. I have never known what it feels like to care for another like I care for you. The only reason I said all those things is to try and protect you from me, and this idea that I and you can't and could never be together."
I sighed out as I scooted closer to her.
"You are an amazing woman, Evelyn. And Brady is going to be one lucky man."
I brought my right hand up as I curled my finger around one of her blonde locks as I pushed it behind her ear.
She was a work of art. Just like the Mona Lisa.
Except she was more priceless.
She was exquisite.
I gave her one more look before I slowly sat my hand right back down to my side and stood up.
I walked over to the door with my hands in my pockets as I couldn't help but smile the whole 20 steps.
I have never opened up about my family to anyone.
Even if she was asleep, at least I knew I had done something I had wanted to do for a long time.
I wasn't a very stable kid; however, I never let that come between me and my dream career, which was becoming a bodyguard.
And now here we are, I am successful, I have everything I could ever want.
So all that pain and suffering that I went through from the ages of a newborn to 15 now faided away into a blur.
I finally reached the door, as my left hand gripped tightly on the door knob, and as I opened it slowly; now standing in the doorway, I looked back one last time at Evelyn.
She was now laying on her stomach as she laid their fast asleep.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
So fucking adorable.
I slowly closed the door behind me, as I sighed out once I was out of her presence.
And as I walked down the hallway.
One hand in each pocket, with the biggest grin ever plastered on my cheeks, I couldn't help but realize.
I just called Evelyn by her first name.
Out loud.