Sweet morning I wish you ❤️. Something most of you have been waiting for. I've edited and rewrote this part couple times, not entirely happy with it. But this is the best I can give you so far. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan's POV)
I tried to redirect my thoughts, but they were always returning to the picture of that woman. I didn't know how to feel about it. She was another hostage on the same level as me, so I should have helped her, but on the other hand I knew she hurt him. And he almost died, all because of her.

The saddest part was that he closed himself once again. He was avoiding me, cut any conversation I wanted to have with him, and I was slowly sinking into a depression. I didn't know what did I do wrong, or if I didn't do something he wanted me to do.

It was at the middle of the the night I couldn't sleep again. I walked down to her room, silently as I could unlocked her door and walked in. She raised her eyes at me, and I knew how was she feeling. Immediately I felt the same as she, being tied up, hopelessly waiting for another day. I leaned myself against the frame of the door, scanning her, while my emotions were flipping and switching inside me.

"Help me," she whispered.

I felt something moved in my heart, guilt and pity maybe? I did a few steps towards her, watching her body tensed, her eyes widening, filling with new hope.

She hurt him. She betrayed him.

I shook my head, trying to be reasonable.

I should help her, free her. But I remember what happened with that girl who had helped me. How mad he was. And I don't want him to be mad.

"Please, untie me. We... we can flee together, please," she continued in whisper, looking behind me and checking the opened door.

He's paying more attention to her, then to me. I shouldn't me jealous about it, but I am. Why? I should be happy he will leave me alone.

"Evan... you're Evan right?" She whispered again when I didn't moved a bit.

I flinched at her words, frowning a bit, but then I nodded.

"Evan listen... you... you don't need to be afraid of him. I'll help you. Just get me from these fucking chains."

Delirious wouldn't want that. He almost died because of you, I almost lost him.

So I stepped back, turning away from her, heading to the kitchen. I fastened my walk as she started to scream, and I was so afraid that Delirious would have woken up. I was making myself a snack, just some eggs. I knew he was sleeping, that was my prediction anyway, and I had an urge feeling to see him. Like somebody pulled that invisible string again.

I washed the plate and the pan I left behind the cooking, and walked to his room where he had closed door. Silently and slowly opening the door I peeked inside. I gave a few seconds to my eyes to adapt to the darkness inside the room. I walked in, closing the door behind me.

He was sleeping, and that was my only chance to look at him without being a creep. I already admitted that he was attracting me more that he should have, and that he may have change my view on him. As the day of my death was coming I wanted to try the only thing I had never done sober, and most likely not even as a drunk. I knew Craig would laughed at me, and then welcomed me into his group. But I was afraid of his reactions, maybe I wasn't his type, maybe I disgusted him.

I sighed and stepped closer to him. I noticed the gun on the nightstand.

He's prepared for everything. This is such a bad idea. Really bad idea. I should return to my room, I should try sleep again. But I have little time left. How many days? One or two? Ok focus! What comes first? What are women doing to me? Oh yeah unzipping the pants.

I slowly pulled the duvet from his body, seeing him sleep only in his boxers. His body shivered in sudden coldness, and I almost got heart attack that he was awake.

Well but he doesn't have any pants. Fuck, that body is so hot. And those scars are making him even hotter.

I checked if he was still sleeping, then didn't resist the urge to touch his body. The muscles under my fingertips felt amazingly. It was like a gift under the Christmas tree I was waiting for so long.

But before I could do anything more, he sat up with his gun pointed at me. I jumped away from him in surprise, trying to calm down my heart.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked with sleepy voice, which was still sexy as fuck.

"I-I... I'm sorry!" I stuttered, covering my eyes when he turned the lights on.

"What were you trying to achieve? Speak!"

I hugged myself, when nervousness and shame filled my body.

I wanted to suck you, I wanted you to fuck me. Great answers.

"I... I..." I tried so hard to think up any excuse for my behaving without telling him the truth.

"Are you distracting me?" He asked, getting up and furiously left the room.

Fuck my life. This is so embarrassing. Why didn't I just go to sleep? I guess it's time to avoid him till he decide to kill me.

I left his rooms, entering my room. I was feeling so down, embarrassed and shameful. I lay on the bed, rubbing my face.

Well at least I tried. But his body. Oh my fucking Lord. His body is like a gods would have created him. Perfect in every way. Yes it's confirmed. I'm a gay, gay for him.

And even though I wasn't happy about it, I wasn't even fighting against it either. I just accept it, like a fact.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear him come into my room, until he took my wrists and made me look at him. His blue eyes were shining like a hope for me, while his hair still messy. He was gorgeous.

"Why were you in my room? Why were you touching me?" He asked in whisper, my heart stopping beat.

He was so close to me, sitting on my lap, holding my wrist, his face leaned to me. And those kissable lips.

"I..." I started when he moved his lips to my neck, slowly licking it.

"You what?" He whispered.

I couldn't hold the moan inside me, when he started to suck my neck. It felt so damn good.

"I'm waiting," he said with a small smile, looking at me.

I tried to focus on answering, but my body kept failing me. I was consumed by hormones, his closeness refusing to let me think straight. First few seconds it was weird, being teased by a man like this, when my whole life is experienced sex with the women, but it was good. No it was better.

"I... I want... I-I..."

I couldn't believe I was unable to speak, to express myself. I had never had a single problem with my confidence in the bed, but seeing him changed me into a shy girl.

"You want me to continue?" He chuckled, and I loved his voice so much.

"Yes," I moaned, clenching my hands into the fist.

He let go of my wrists, helping me get rid of my shirt. My hands enjoyed the touch of his body.

"Your skin tastes so good," he whispered, licking his way from the neck to my nipples.

"D-don't stop," I moaned, grabbing his hair into my fingers.

"Shhh... I have neighbors," he chuckled, but I couldn't do anything.

All the time it had been me who could change a girl into nothing but a moaning mess. But it was me this time. He started to leave a kisses on my stomach, and I grabbed the sheets under me to somehow ease the hormones. I was ashamed of one fact, that I was really close just by him touching me.

But that was a fact. I hadn't touched myself in a long time, nor did I had sex. So it was natural that I was more sensitive then ever. At least that was my excuse.

"I'm... I'm close..." I forced myself to tell him this words, even though my own voice wasn't fully cooperating.

"Already?" He stopped everything, and asked me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, while trying to somehow get rid of my boner, get away from the edge I was on.

He smirked, shaking his head in amusement. I didn't want him to walk away just because I couldn't last more then a few minutes. I enjoyed his presence, his touch, his voice.

"C-can I... can I suck you?" I asked carefully, scanning his reaction.

"You want to prove that you can do better then the last time?" He smirked again.

I recalled the memory from that room downstairs, when he came to me and roughly fucked my mouth. I also recalled his silent growling from reaching the climax.

"Give me a chance," I whispered silently.

"Fine, do me."

He lay next to me, supported his head by his hand, watching me. I took a deep breath and sat up. My heart was racing, nervousness and shyness took control over me.

This is so embarrassing! I don't even know what to do, or how to do it. Fuck, I'm really like a virgin teenage girl first time doing more then just a make out.

"I-I've never done it... I mean with a man... ugh... like uhm... yeah," I whispered, scratching back of my head.

"You don't have to do it," he said silently with a smile.

"No... n-no... I really want to. Just tell me if I do something, you know... something unpleasant or stuff like that," I blabbered.

Where did my confidence go? Hello? Come back, you bitch!

So I copied him, sitting on his lap. I spotted his boulder and it made me feel amazingly great. I slowly traced few scars with my fingers on his stomach, avoiding the bandages.

"How did they happened?" I asked silently.

He sighed, looking where I was pointing at. He was silent, lost into his thoughts, and I didn't want to force him into anything.

"You don't have to tell me," I whispered quickly, before he would get mad.

"Memories of the past. This one, right here... that's for my first kill." He pointed to one of the many on the stomach.

I knew his walls of distance broke down. I knew this was our chance to be close without me being afraid of consequences. I leaned my face and kissed it right there. I noticed his body shivered. I didn't know if it was from excitement or unpleasant, but he didn't say anything.

"And this one?" I asked again, lightly kissing another scar.

"Are you going to suck me, or what?" He laughed from his heart, and I adored it.

"Sorry." I didn't want him to be mad or close himself in again.

"One of the chases with lovely police men. If you are planning to ask on every scar I have, I think we will be old and almost dead," he joked with a smile.

I had never seen him this relaxed, this opened. He was like a different man. Like his mask fell down, and the worst thing was that I was falling even for this side of him.

Ok, here we go.

I licked the way around his belly button. I felt his stomach shivered, which made me smile. I continued lower, grabbing the edge of his boxers by both of my hands.

I was amazed by what I saw. Amazed and at the same time scared. I had never gave a blowjob to any men. And here I was, prepared to suck him up.

Firstly I took him into my hand softly as I could. It wasn't so much different then holding mine, so after a few seconds I gained a small pack of confident back. I quickly recalled what I always loved when women had done to me.

So I licked the tip, swirling my tongue around in a playful manner. As I heard the silentest moan I smiled, licking his all length. I started to like it.

"Teasing, aren't we?" He whisper-growled, which made me turned on again.

I took it whole, still playing with my tongue. I started to bob my head up and down.

"Fuck!" I heard his whisper, which made my heart beat faster then before.

"Ok, that's fucking enough!" He growled, grabbing me and with one move I was under him.

"You didn't like it?" I asked innocently.

He's so handsome.

His face was so close to my. I slowly put my hand on his face, being lost in his blue eyes. I wanted to kiss those lips so bad. He had a different plan. He sucked my neck, while his hand worked on my lower part. Within few seconds I lost any healthy senses. I was already his. With everything. He could just kill me and I wouldn't fight back.

"Just take me," I moaned, when I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

My whole body was shaking, my mind dizzy, my mouth dry as Sahara. My hands couldn't satisfy the hunger for his body as I was drifting on his back.

With one move, without any warning and any way back, I felt him inside. I didn't want it to rewind anything. Unpleasant pain was in a while shifted with pleasure, as he took care of my neck.

Oh my fucking God! This is the most amazing thing I've ever done in my life. Fuck!

But then he stoped moving and I looked at him, seeing the smirk on his face. He returned to my neck, and I couldn't take it.

"Fuck me," I moaned, trying not to loose my mind.

"Beg me first," he replied.

"Please," I moaned and he thrusted into me once again, which made me arch my back.

He stopped moving again and I wanted more, I needed more.

"Please!" I moaned louder, hearing his laughter.

He thrusted once again and I stoped being an polite and innocent one.

"Just fuck my soul, fuck me please. This is the worst torture!"

"I thought you haven't done this with a man, and now you're desperate for more," he replied and I looked into his eyes.

"Please... I'm begging you! Just take me... please! I'm your bitch, do whatever you want with me. Fuck me so hard I won't walk tomorrow." I pleaded, and he laughed.

"So eager, so lust full." His deep husky voice made me moan.

"Your moans are like a melody," he whispered, getting back into fucking me.

I moaned louder, as he find my sweet spot. He kept hitting it over and over, and the only thing I could do was to moan. My body wasn't listening anymore, my mind turned off. And with a few more thrust I came, hearing his growling a few more seconds after me.

I was so tired. I couldn't even smile or move. Watching him stood up my body washed fears and doubts.

I knew the time we spent here together won't repeat ever again. And I knew he'll be that cold and distant person till the day I die. I wouldn't want to erase my memories, and if he asked me to repeat this I knew I would say yes million times. My heart started to race when I saw him closing the door behind, leaving me with my own thoughts.

I fucked up. I'm in love with him.