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Evan/Giada - 302 Words
Evan Rosier was used to hearing many things while he was kissing a girl – usually a soft purr, or maybe even a moan, but this was the first time that a girl had actually squeaked. The noise was enough for him to pull back, a brow arched as he watched the long legged blonde who was on his lap fidget a little awkwardly, her hands moving away from his shoulders in order to readjust her shirt – his fingertips had been busy drawing idle shapes against the dip of her back, just above the waistline of her skirt for the last 15 minutes or so, but it seemed that as soon as he made the advance towards the clasp of her bra, she was pulling away from him to give him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…” She said, giving a nervous ‘heh’ noise as the Slytherin beneath her quirked a brow, his mismatched eyes searching hers before he finally understood what this was all about. The corner of his lip twitched upward, cutting into one of his cheeks more than the other, snorting at the realization.

“I have to say, this is rather…surprising.”

Giada’s brows furrowed together.

“What’s surprising?”

“That you’ve never…”

He trailed off, another twitch of his brow given as she stared down at him, still confused, before she finally caught on to what he was saying, scoffed indignantly, and climbed off of him, scrambling to find her shoes.

“That is so none of your business. Maybe I’ve…you know…plenty of times, but you’re just not my type. Ever think of that?”

Evan snickered as he leaned into his chair, positively lounging – like he was watching a show.

“It’s possible…but if that were the case, you probably would have left a good 20 minutes ago. You also would have stopped blushing by now.”