evan

People should think that being a writer is cool. Even if you__e just a starving writer. Besides, most great writers were starving at one point or another. It comes with the title.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

The official recruiting process for their posse began. Because Carlos, Narc, and Trevor each had high SQs, Heeb and Evan reasoned that adding the three to their group would raise the average SQ of each group member (much the way that colleges recruit individuals with higher test scores to increase the average test scores of their matriculated students).

And as their penile pain began to subside, the two men were able to form more complex thoughts, resulting in a collaborative work: the development of a worldview that might be described as __enilosophy.

Having had virtually no contact with the outside world for the last few weeks, Evan had temporarily forgotten the social norms governing shopping conduct or approaching celebrities in public.

How do you know she had sex?_ Dallas asks.__very time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.___h,_ Dallas says with a straight face. __ell that explains a lot.

... I believe strongly in condoms. They avert babies and disease. They make you seem responsible, not slutty. They make the girl relax too, because you__e taking care of the risky part. Like you__e a professional. Roll it on, squeeze the tip, turn back to her, ready, set go. Like I__ just done a little disappearing act on myself and became something confident and wonderful. You can__ see through my latex disguise! You will love this so let__ get down! You don__ want to know how many times this worked in my favor.God I feel like a fucking asshole sometimes. All the time, really.

I got it! I got it!_ Heeb declared triumphantly. Evan stopped in the middle of his kitchenette to hear Heeb__ idea. __ex in the Title.___eah, that__ what you__e been saying I need.___o, that__ the title: __ex in the Title.____ou want me to call my novel __ex in the Title?____eah. Isn__ it great?

Evan stopped completely. He was staring at her with those intense eyes. Staring right into her. Just like he had in those couple of moments when she had thought for a split second, that he wanted to kiss her.

It__ funny, isn__ it?_ he said, something odd in his voice. __t__ funny how some people show they love people with dramatic proclamations and huge displays and romantic gestures_but for some people, it__ in the small things. Like the small things you do for him.

Wait here._ I ran back up to my room to grab his blue-and-black plaid flannel shirt, still in my possession. Back on the porch, I handed it over. __y shirt. I forgot you had it._ __t__ __y_ shirt. You need to go home tonight and sleep in it. I made the mistake of washing it and now it doesn__ smell like you anymore._ He turned the shirt over and over in his hand, laughing and shaking his head. __nd I want it back first thing in the morning. You read me?

You and I," I intertwined my fingers with his, "are one.""Until the day I die," he promised, "And even after that.""For the eternity?" I whispered on his lips."Evermore.

So what is it, Evan? What is it that is making your mouth say 'no' when every other part of you is screaming 'yes'?" "Screaming?""Screaming.

You're the mold.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes, Evan," he says."I'll test your patience," I warn, my smile beginning to show itself again."You already do.

I have every right to go out tonight and fuck anyone I like, little girl. What I'm telling you is that I don't want to fuck anyone else.

I've let it slide because you're new at this, but the sub doesn't get to demand to be fucked.

After the way you have accepted and slipped so perfectly into my life, feeding my desires," he says, cupping my face in his hands as the water streams down us, "I want to share everything with you, Evan.