Page 35 of Jump on Three
Chapter Twelve
Evelyn
Ivan was leaving in the black car again.
Over the past week, I had watched him climb into it three times, and each time, he’d looked back at me, holding his hand up.
And I, stupidly, pressed my hand to the glass.
When I had asked him where he was going, he had essentially evaded answering. This led me to come up with my own conclusions—which was never a good thing. My imagination was a wild, wild place.
While pressing my hand to the glass, I had decided he’d probably soon have some hot woman pressed against the back seat while he banged her with his inordinately long cock.
Oh god.
I’d called him a giant. After he’d saved me. I’d been mortified. I had nearly let fear drown me when I was a very strong swimmer and shouldn’t have needed saving.
Well, that wasn’t the only reason. I had a bad habit of saying the words on the tip of my tongue, no matter how awkward, which was why I normally tried to stay quiet. Something about Ivan disarmed me into saying just…whatever.
The poor boy had to wish he’d let me drown.
This was why I’d been actively avoiding him for nearly a week. I’d taken my meals in my room, and after swim practice, I’d raced to the locker room, where even Ivan Sokolov could not follow—though I’m sure most of the girls wouldn’t have complained if he did.
If this were any other boy, I would have confessed to Delilah how ridiculous I had been. She would have reassured me it couldn’t have been as bad as I thought, then we would have laughed at the depths of my awkwardness.
But I couldn’t speak to my sister about Ivan, not with their history.
Movement at my door shifted my attention from the window as Bella stuck her head in. Her mouth was moving, but I had to slip my headphones off to hear her.
“I missed what you said.”
“Oh.” She pushed my door open a couple inches. “I was wonderin’ if you want to watch a movie with me? Luc and Delilah are with their guys, so it's just me and you, and I don’t wanna spend another night alone in my room.”
I tilted my head, looking at her. “I’m the last choice?”
She gave me a thumbs-up. “It’s you, or I’m gonna be talkin’ to my walls. Save me from talkin’ to my walls, Ev.”
“Oh, all right.”
I brought my knitting out to the living room and tucked myself in the corner of the couch. Bella plopped down on the other end, stretching her legs out to rest her feet on the small coffee table. She waved the remote around.
“I know you love your Monty Python and Party Girl, but can we try somethin’ else tonight?”
“I do watch other movies, you know.”
Bella rolled her eyes and grinned. “Sure, Ev. I bet you can recite the entire script of Party Girl, can’t you?”
“Not the entire thing…”
Bella giggled, and I liked that I was capable of giving her a little dose of levity. Even I had noticed her moping around since the Felix incident.
“Watching the same movies again and again is like eating comfort food,” I explained. “You know what to expect so you can relax and enjoy it.”
Her bright-blue eyes rounded. “Oh my god, I get that, and comfort food reminds you of a happy or peaceful time in your life. You’ve got comfort movies.”
“Yes.” I nodded vigorously. “That’s precisely what they are.”
“Okay.” She pointed the remote to the TV. “How ’bout I introduce you to one of my comfort movies, XOXO. Have you heard of it?”