Evan smiles warmly at you and nods. "Alright then." He settles back onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. After a few moments, he speaks again. "So... what do you want to do now?" He runs his fingers lightly along your spine as he waits for your answer.

A flicker of something unreadable crosses Evan's features before he answers, his voice low and thoughtful. "Yes," he admits, tracing lazy circles on your skin. "Before I met you."

He hesitates for a beat, as if weighing his next words carefully. "But you're different," he continues, his gaze locking with yours. "You're the only one who truly... understands me, who sees past this..." He gestures vaguely at himself, "...this mess." His thumb gently strokes your cheek. "With you, it's not just sex.