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mouth. After months of learning exactly how and where to touch me, Evan knows how to turn me into a quivering wreck, and frustratingly quickly.
    Evan stops and looks at me. “Sorry, Ness, but I can’t do this slowly. I can’t stay away from you for three days and not lose control, it’s fucking torture.” He tugs at the side of my panties, and I wriggle to help him pull them off.
    I don’t want to talk; I want to get lost in us. “Don’t make me wait any longer then.”
    The speed with which Evan finds and puts on a condom impresses and amuses me. My heart hammers with the expectation of Evan's next move. I don’t want him to touch my sex again, positive I’ll come undone if he so much as accidentally brushes me. He eases into me, slowly at first, before he digs his fingers into my backside and pulls me close, body sliding against my clit as he moves. I look into the eyes of the man who makes me whole, and he holds my gaze, reflecting how much this unravels him too. Three days is a long time for both of us. The orgasm shatters me, and he meets mine at the same moment, breathing that he loves me as he does.

    ***

    Evan pushes his nose against my neck, shifting to bite my earlobe. “I love you, Ness.” His breath tickles as the words come out. “Sorry if I’m annoying you.”
    I twist my head so I’m able to meet his eyes. His hair is damp at the front, and I slide my fingers under where it’s stuck to his face. There's a number of words I'd use to describe what Evan just did to me, but annoying isn't one of them.
    “Annoying me? Yeah, what we just did…annoyed me a lot. Couldn't you tell?”
    Evan kisses me. "Okay, I won't do it again."
    “Good. Disgusting behavior." I grin at the joke and put my forehead against his. "Evan, why would I think you're annoying?"
    “I’m not the most secure of people, you know that.” He rests against the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. I lie on my side and run my finger down his ribs, bringing a smile to his face.
    “I know. But I’m not going anywhere anymore. I’m here.” He doesn’t respond, so I roll onto his chest and place my hands on either side of the pillow. Evan’s eyes hide something still. “And I love you.”
    The Evan-grin appears, and he cups my chin with his hand. “When you tell me that, the world becomes a brighter place.”
    Grinning back, I lick his face and he scrunches up his nose. He tastes of Evan – post-sex Evan. A few weeks ago, he’d taste of sunscreen too, but now it’s just his soap and saltiness. “Ness…”
    I giggle and drop back onto the bed, resting my head on his warm chest instead. His heart beats steadily against my cheek and I luxuriate in the fact I have a guy who loves me, tells me and shows me in a million ways.

Chapter Three

    OCTOBER

    EVAN

    The email arrived this morning and the world shifted. After searching all summer, Lucy has found her. Our mother. Less than two months back in Leeds, building my new life, and now this.
    I don’t know what to do. I can’t fucking think straight. Lucy has taken my calm world and shaken everything up, as if I’m trapped in a snow globe with the storm swirling around. This should not be fucking happening. Can’t be happening. Fucking Lucy, screwing with my life again.
    When I got back from Europe and Lucy informed me she was looking for our mother, I went off at her. I don’t often lose my temper with Lucy, but I let rip; my voice was hoarse by the time I finished, and despite her tears at my reaction, this didn’t stop her actions. She kept on looking for the woman. Throughout our teen years, the subject came up, and every time I’d explain why this would always be a ‘no’ for me. The woman doesn’t deserve to know anything about us. She gave up that right the day she abandoned her kids.
    The problem is, when Lucy gets an idea lodged in her head, she clings on with determination and nothing can stop her. I can’t figure out exactly why Lucy wants to find her so