"Evan?" I ask.
"Yes." He says in the warm starry night as we try to fall asleep.
"Can we go somewhere?"
"Yeah."
We walk over to the one bedroom house that was fled from yesterday when the family heard a horror story that Ringer told them. We walk in and Evan completely starts tearing his clothes off. His shirt within seconds is on the floor. Pants as well. His abs are puffed with perfection. Those abs are, to be honest able to kill someone with just one look. I love him. My clothes are off now and he's already kissing down my neck. God I love it. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. Kissing me. Hard. Going faster and faster until it's almost like rape. He slows down after a while knowing that it hurts your first time. Loving like the wild spring is what I compare this to. I've never felt this sparked feeling. It's beyond what I expected. It's more than just some night love.