Lexi's POV:
Evan looks at me and bolts out of the room, shoving past Katie.
Katie starts to leave the room, raising her voice and announcing what she just walked into. I quickly wrap my arm around her wrist and yank her back into my room and slam the door.
"No, Katie." I hiss. I rarely tell her no.
"What the fuck was that?! Was she kissing you?! Ew!" She gags.
I shake my head and realize that now is the time, whether I like it or not. "Katie, stop. I need to tell you something." I pause and make her stumble to the bed and sit down. "I'm not- I don't like guys." I blurt, hoping her drunk brain can remember this so I won't have to have this conversation twice.
"Huh?" She furrows her brows.
"I like women, okay? That's why I don't want a boyfriend. I wasn't going to say anything but... yeah. That's what's up." I admit.
She stares blankly and I hold my breath for the reaction.
"You're a lesbian?!" She gasps.
I roll my eyes and shake my head, "I don't like labels. I'm just... me. I'm Lexi. The same Lexi you've been friends with for years." I shrug.
Katie shakes her head and makes a face of unintentional disgust. Part of me knows it's because she's shitfaced, but the other part of me takes it to heart. "What changed?"
I give a pathetic laugh, "nothing changed, Katie. I'm the same Lexi I was. All I did was show you another piece of me. I'm still the same person you know and love." I explain to her. "I just wasn't ready to tell you yet."
"So... you really don't like boys?" She asks me again.
"I really don't." I shrug.
"But have you even tried-"
I saw this coming.
"I don't need to try to be valid, Katie. I know what I want." I tell her.
"This is insane!" She sighs. "What about Mrs. Copeland?! Why was she kissing you?!"
"It wasn't what it looked like. I kissed her, Katie. Please, don't say anything. It was a mistake and I shouldn't have done it." I plead, knowing that if the information gets out Evan could be ruined.
Katie shakes her head, "I don't know about this Lexi, you need to figure it out." She frowns.
Katie gets up to leave my room, but I grab her again. "Katie, I don't care if you don't like me or want to be friends anymore because of this, but I need you to promise me that you won't say anything about Mrs. Copeland." I beg her, tears starting to well in my eyes at both thoughts; Katie not wanting to be my friend and the relationship I have with Evan coming to light.
"Whatever, Lexi. I'll keep the secret. I'm gonna go." She slurs.
I watch my bedroom door close and my cheeks gets wet pretty quick.
This is not how I saw my night unfolding.
* * *
I wake up with heavy eyes and extreme disorientation.
I realize I'm leaning against the back of my bedroom door and dried tears are on my cheeks.
After what happened with Evan and Katie last night I threw in the towel. I'm sure the first floor of my house is a wreck.
I sigh and go into my bathroom, taking a shower and washing my face before even stepping foot downstairs. I get changed into something comfortable and let my damp waves roll over my shoulders as I head downstairs to assess the damage.
My eyes grow twice their normal size when I see the unholy shit-storm that has hit my house.
"Oh my god." I mutter to myself, kicking around plastic cups at my feet. "This is perfect."
I check the house, making sure that nothing is damaged beyond repair and that no one is still here from last night.
The only irreversible damage is to a flower pot on the back patio, which I'll happily take the blame for.
I go back into the house with a garbage bag in hand and start picking up the cups and other trash.
One bag in, the doorbell rings.
I answer cautiously, not wanting it to be anyone who would snitch on me to Mike or my mom.
I see Evan's face and my face lights up. "Morning." I say.
"Hey." She says, dryly. "Can I come in?"
"Of course." I nod, pulling the door open.
She looks around at the mess and shakes her head, "this looks like something out of that Project X movie."
I roll my eyes and pick up the cups at her feet, "yeah, tell me about it."
"Why are you doing this alone? Katie isn't even going to help clean up her own party mess?" Evan asks, kneeling and stacking used cups in her hand.
I shake my head and stay quiet. I don't know how to tell her about what happened with Katie. I'm still a little upset.
"I'm sorry about last night, Ev. I really didn't know she was-"
"It isn't your fault." Evan cuts me off.
"It is though. I invited you in. I kissed you." I say.
She bites her cheek and looks down.
"I would never do anything to intentionally get you in any sort of trouble, Ev. I care about you... I just- it was impulsive." I pause and she glances back at me, "I made Katie promise not to say a word though."
"I know you wouldn't do that, Lex." Evan says, pushing her hand through her hair. "What'd Katie say?"
I sigh and shake my head, "well, I kinda had to tell her about... me." I say.
Evan looks up at me and raises her brows, "how'd that go?"
"About as poorly as I expected it would."
"I'm sorry, Lex." She says after a brief pause. Her hand touches my shoulder and I shake my head at her.
"Don't apologize. None of this is your fault. I'm the one who initiated... this. If I'd have never kissed you that night Scott stood you up...." I let my voice trail off and I stand up again, sweeping my arm across the table.
"Can you stop? It isn't just you!" She laughs.
"Kinda seems like I am, Ev. I mean what real reason would you have to start anything between us? You're married, Evan." I remind her.
She shakes her head slowly and looks over my bare face, "you aren't the only one initiating things." She whispers and steps to me, grabbing my waist and catching my lips between hers.
Of course I gratefully accept the kiss, grabbing her neck and holding her there carefully.
She kisses me several times, sweet and slow. I savor the somewhat familiar taste of her lips until she pulls back gently.
"I think I enjoy kissing you more than I should." I whisper and bite my lower lip while pulling my finger over her jawline.
"And I think way too much about how you made me feel that night by the fire." She admits, her voice soft and sexy.
My eyes focus on her open, pink lips and I try to get a read on her. Why is she doing this if it was a one-time thing? I know I can be very persuasive, but this has to be something she wants too if it's this intense, right?
Her lips twitch up the tiniest bit and I shift my eyes to hers, "I can't figure you out." I admit to her.
She bites her lip gently and grabs the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up against my skin slowly. "Don't try so hard."
I smirk at her comment and raise my arms above my head, letting her pull my shirt off of my body. Being exposed in front of her makes my heart beat fast and my skin burn where her eyes travel.
"Where are the kids?" I ask her, my hands falling to her waist now.
Evan shakes her head softly, "shh." She whispers. She kisses my neck with her soft lips and my eyes flutter shut and I bite my lip.
Touching her was easy and effortless, but having her, Evan, touching me is something that takes my breath away.
Her lips find their way back to mine and she holds my cheeks and kisses me softly.
"As great as kissing you as... I think I'd rather do it somewhere that isn't littered with plastic cups and smelling like beer." I giggle against her mouth.
She smiles and nods her head, "lead the way then."
I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs behind me to my room. I stop and she looks around, nibbling her thumb nail.
"Cute, cute..." she smirks, taking in the sights. She sits on my bed, leaning back and supporting herself with her arms. "You just gonna stand way over there?"
I shake my head no and force my feet to move from their spot. I walk to where she sits and lean down, kissing her lips once more. She looks up and moves her lips slowly and my hand crawls around her neck.
"How's this for cute?" I tease her and she bites her lower lip and grins up at me. The grin quickly fades and turns into a hungry, eager look.
Evan grabs me and pulls me down to the bed and kisses me harder than before, and she straddles my body.
She strips herself down to her underwear and my eyes grow three times in size as I take her body in.
"Stop doing that." She whispers and shys away from me, pulling her hair over her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, Ev." I whisper and push her hair away again.
Her cheeks blush a warm pink and I sit up and kiss her collar bones and up her neck. My lips move to her ear and she lets out the tiniest of whimpers when I nibble her ear.
"Lay down." I tell her and she does as I ask, laying on her back and letting her eyes track my movements.
I return to the spot between her legs where I've had the privilege of being just once before, and she lets her eyes flutter shut.
I take my time, making her feel everything she should. She finally sits up and looks at me, "it isn't just about me, Lex." She leans forward and slowly kisses me, backing me down against the mattress and making subtle, shy advances. "You deserve a turn too..." she smirks.
I can't help but grin at her as she kisses down my exposed torso, sending hundreds of chills over my body. My heart beats in my chest like a drum.
Evan surprises me with her... abilities. I savor every moment her skin is on mine, and she gets me to a place I've never been before.
"Evan..." I mutter her name and let my hand fall through her hair, my chest moving rapidly from my shortness of breath.
She looks up at me and bites her lip, slowly making her way up my body. "Good?"
"Great." I mutter to her and kiss her lips tenderly. I pull her head into my chest, and to my surprise she lays it there without a fight.
She lays on me in silence for about twenty minutes, but in all honesty I want her to stay there longer. Forever wouldn't even be enough with this woman.
As she lays there, I study the parts of her body that I can see. Her hands, her hair, her legs, feet and her side. She's gorgeous.
I pick up my hand and pull it over a small white scar on her thigh, "how'd this happen?" I ask her.
I hear her sigh and she hides her thigh under the blanket, "dirt bike accident with my high school boyfriend. I hate it." She confesses.
"Scars add character." I tell her. "But you could always make up a story about how you were attacked by a bear or something. You'd sound like a badass." I tease her.
She giggles and tucks her leg further away. I think I found an insecurity.
I slip out from under her and grab her thigh, pulling it back into the light. "I think it's sexy." I grin, pressing my lips to the white line on her otherwise flawless skin.
Evan grins at me and then bites her lip, "you're nuts."
"I won't disagree." I smirk and take the opportunity to kiss her lips again.
One kiss leads to another and she's got me all wrapped up again.
After several minutes she sighs hard and pulls her hands over my cheeks, "you've seen my scars, seen me cry, and slept with me... do I get to ask a personal question now?"
I bite my cheek nervously, knowing that there are an array of things she could ask that I do not want to answer. I nod my head and instinctively grab the rings hanging around my neck, toying with them.
Her eyes focus on the rings and her lips part slowly. I expect to be asked about dad, the rings, what happened... but she doesn't go there.
"Why is your last name Brewer?" She asks me, now looking back to my eyes. "Obviously Mike adopted you because you have his last name... but I don't take you for the one to do something like that so easily."
I let out a sigh and press my lips to hers again before I answer. "Mike didn't want a kid without his last name living with him, so when my mom married him I changed my last name to stay with her. Losing one parent was hard enough and I wasn't ready to give up my mom, so I let him adopt me."
"Do you like Mike?" She asks me, her eyes now fixated on my lips.
"He's... alright. My mom likes him. That's all that matters I guess." I shrug and fall onto my back beside Evan.
"You're a good daughter." She smiles and rolls onto her stomach, my eyes immediately catching on her rear. "And you'd be a pretty good neighbor too if you'd stop staring."
I giggle and run my hand carefully down the curve of her back and to her ass, "you can't possibly be upset with me for staring."
Evan looks away and shakes her head, just like she did with her scar on her leg. "That's enough, Lex."
I bite my cheek, "can I ask something?" Her head nods. "Why are you insecure about your body? Of all things?"
She sighs hard and pulls at the blanket again, leaving only her chest and feet exposed now. "Why are you so observant?"
"I like admiring artwork." I tease and she laughs and shoves a and hand though her hair. "I'm serious, Ev. You're incredible."
"You're about the only one who thinks so." She mutters. "Come on, Lex. You don't have to sit here and say all these things to me. Clearly I have no problem sleeping with you."
I laugh and shake my head, "I don't say it to get you into bed. I say it because I mean it."
Her brows raise and she jerks the blanket off her her, pointing to several fine stretch marks on her butt. "Look at me and tell me what's sexy about this? I birthed three kids, Lex. My sexy days are done for."
I shake my head slowly and place my hand on the marks, "you're sexy, Evan. Everything about you." I whisper. "Just because you're a mom with normal stretch marks doesn't mean you can't be hot... you're the prime example of a MILF." I tell her.
"A what?"
"MILF." I smirk and she shakes her head, not getting it. "Mother I'd like to..." my voice trails off and she closes her eyes.
"Wow, Lex." She sighs. "You're sweet, but so so stupid. You were good until the 'MILF' part." She laughs, using air quotes on the slang.
"Damn. I always fuck it up somehow..." I say. "But seriously... the scars, the stretch marks, the beauty marks... all of it. You're gorgeous, Evan." I tell her.
Her smile turns up on her lips and just as I go to kiss her, she jumps.
"Shit! I gotta pick up the kids." I watch the mom scurry out of my bed and scramble to get her underwear and shorts on. "I'll see you later, Lex."
She disappears out of my bedroom and I shake my head, not believing that just happened.
"See you..." I mutter to myself.
In that moment she bursts back through the door and over to my lips, kissing me slowly, "thank you."