Everything
A/N: It just popped into my head while I was on the computer and I had to write it down... anyways, read, enjoy and review!
Evan Rosier was dirty- yet she didn't mind. She didn't mind the kisses he placed upon her neck, or the feeling of his long, delicate fingers against her cheek. She didn't mind his hot, tingling breath that made the hair on her neck stand on an end, or the way his hair nuzzled her face gently. She didn't mind the kisses he gently put on her lips, or the way their bodies embraced one another in the space of the broom closet.
She didn't mind the way he'd take her in secret, the way they'd watch the stars from the astronomy tower late at night. She didn't mind the way he would smile his mystifying yet seducing smile that would make her heart beat violently. She didn't mind the late night talks they would have by the astronomy tower- even though it took her concentration on the first two lessons- with their feet dangling from the tower itself.
She didn't mind the way he'd mockingly arch his elegant eyebrow at her, or challenge her to something ridiculous. She didn't mind some of his evil ways- his wrong ways- as long as he comes back to her by the night.
She didn't mind the way he'd act like a stranger in front of the crowd through day, yet desire her by night. She didn't mind the way he'd smoke without thinking, or throw a curse here and there that would make her stomache churn.
She didn't mind the way he'd call her a mudblood a few times, as long as he'd hold after her later on. She didn't mind the way he'd sneak her out into the cold, wrapping himself around her. She didn't mind the way he'd dig his face into her neck, breathing wildly at her.
She didn't mind his silent laugh, that always confused her. She didn't mind the disapproving looks from her friends when she would come back late- he seemed so much worth it.
Yet… she desired him- she wanted him- he was sin. Sin itself taking after his name- an angel of seduction. His voice, his smell, he sound, his taste, his touch- all of them, she wanted them… yet she knew she was another toy that he liked to finger around with, that he liked to temporarily ease his boredom with or simply pass time… But that never stopped her from going on midnight errands on the way to the broom closet to ease his amusement and her desire for him…
Sometimes- after he tossed her away and she ran away from him, she misses the touch of his hand on her skin, the heat of his breath on her neck… the taste of his lips against hers… everything.
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