Page 82 of Jump on Three
I smacked my forehead. “We were that obvious? I’m sorry, Delilah. I didn’t mean to rub anything in your face. I should have spoken to you first.”
“Babe.” She pulled my hand away from my face. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
“I should have told you. After the way you felt for him…and then him not…I shouldn’t have…”
“Evelyn, no.” She squeezed my wrist before letting go. “Please don’t feel guilty. I see why you would, but I promise you, my feelings for Ivan disappeared a long time ago.”
Rhys cleared his throat. “Damn right. Who’s Ivan? He sounds lame.”
Delilah groaned. “Let’s go to your room, all right?”
As we walked by Rhys, she dragged her fingers through his ginger hair. “I love you, trouble, but sometimes not saying anything goes a long way.”
“Pshaw. Agree to disagree. Love you too, princess.”
Delilah quietly closed the door behind her. She was smiling, which probably had a lot to do with Rhys loving her, but hopefully, it was a good sign for me as well.
“I’m sorry,” I stated. “I should have spoken to you before anything happened.”
She leaned her shoulders on my door, her ankles crossed. “As I said, I see why you would think that, but I’m not upset you didn’t. I’d only be upset if you had let my stupid little crush that’s been over for a long time get in the way of you and Ivan being together.”
I twisted my mouth, turning away from her. “Well…”
She gasped. “Evelyn, tell me you didn’t.”
“He was yours.” I tucked my hair behind my ear three times, then clasped my fingers at my middle. “I sort of rejected him, but I hadn’t really been prepared for him to kiss me then. In hindsight, things worked out the way they should have. We were able to get to know more about each other in the time between the failed kiss and the successful one. If we’d kissed before really talking, I fear I would have skipped the talking entirely so I could keep kissing him.”
I finally looked at my sister again. She was smirking at me, her eyes mirthful.
“So, he’s a good kisser?” she asked.
“God, yes. All we’ve done is kiss this week. When I finish studying and schoolwork, we make out in room three.”
She gasped. “Holy shit, Ev. You’ve violated the sanctity of room three for Ivan?”
I nodded. “Yes, that’s how good he is at kissing. I lose all sense of self until I’m nothing more than a pair of lips seeking his.”
That made her snicker. “I love this for you. After Charles…” She shuddered at my very poor taste in past boyfriends. “I think Ivan is a good one. Probably the polar opposite of Charles.”
“I think he’s a good one too. The only thing good about Charles was how he kissed. Now that I’ve kissed Ivan, he doesn’t have that.”
“I’m pleased for you, my love.” She pushed off the door to cup my shoulders. “Are you…officially together?”
I shook my head. “No. We haven’t labeled anything. If he’s seeing another girl, though, I feel sorry for how dreadfully neglected she must be since he spends all his spare time making out with me.”
She snorted a laugh. “He’d better not be kissing other girls. You should be his main focus.”
I could still feel his fingers sifting through my hair and his tongue tracing my bottom lip. Whispers of his hands kneading my hips and trailing along my calves still remained.
“Oh, I have his focus. I know that for sure.”
“As it should be.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what comes next.”
“More kisses?”
“Yes. Obviously. But I haven’t gotten further than the kissing part, and I don’t mean sex. If sex with Ivan is like kissing him, I know I’ll enjoy that. It’s the other stuff. The me stuff. Being myself around him. Letting him see everything.”