“Come in.” Evan took a step back to make room for Amanda.
She moved forward, grabbed Evan’s face, pulled him toward her, and pressed her lips into his.
He did not object.
After a few seconds, she pulled away. “I’m not here to get back together.”
“Okay,” he responded, still confused by her presence.
“In fact,” she said, “I’m not even in love with you anymore.” Amanda stood on her toes, pressing her body into his. She moved her mouth to his earlobe and gently tugged it with her teeth.
“What are you doing? You know that turns me on.” Evan barely whispered.
“That’s the point,” she responded, seductively.
Evan grabbed her below the waist, swiftly picked her up, and pressed her back against the wall.
Amanda wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her lips to his. “Take me to your bedroom,” she whispered, and Evan happily obliged.
Nearly an hour later, Amanda rolled off Evan and lay flat on the bed beside him. “That was great,” she said, almost out of breath.
Evan wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. “Are you sure you don’t want to get back together?” He grinned.
Amanda raised her gaze to the ceiling and closed her eyes. “You might be the best lover I’ve ever had, Evan, but I think I already proved I can’t move on from what happened between us.”
Evan rolled onto his side and propped his body up by his arm. He stared down at her, regretfully. “I know.”
Amanda stared at his bulging bicep that, just ten minutes ago, pressed against her naked body, and repressed the urge to climb back onto him. “For what it’s worth, though, I trust you again. It’s just too late.”
“I had that coming.” Evan laid back down onto his back and watched the ceiling fan spin round and round, bringing him back to his first breakup with Lucy.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you.”
“Why were you on that site to begin with?”
“It’s a long story, Amanda.”
The image of Dr. Nelson’s long, wavy brown hair popped into his head.
“Unless you have someone else coming over, I have time.” Amanda sat up, turning to Evan. She pulled the covers up firmly against her chest.
Evan snickered. “There’s nobody else coming over.” He looked at Amanda, catching sight of the two-inch scar on her collarbone that was just starting to fade. “Are we ever going to talk about that night?”
He didn’t have to specify what night he was referring to. Amanda knew. It was about the night at the mansion, which put an end to their already dwindling relationship.
Shaking her head, Amanda looked down at Evan’s white comforter. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Her voice cracked between words.
“Why won’t you tell me everything that happened in that room?” Evan sat up to appear at eye level with Amanda, who was starting to tear up.
“You had already gone to jail for beating the guy up because I told you he wouldn’t stop kissing me even though I refused. If I told you what happened in that room,” Amanda paused, swallowing back tears, “you would have killed him. The only reason you even got a slap on the hand is because my brother is a cop, and he’s the one who took you to the station. Can you imagine me having to explain to my own brother that…” Amanda stopped talking with a shake of her head.
“Explain what, Amanda? What did that jackass do to you?”
“What’s it matter to you!?” Amanda’s spewed as tears fell freely down her cheeks. “You were too busy fucking his wife in the next room to even give a shit about what was happening to me!”
Amanda threw the comforter off her, bent down to grab her clothes, and hastily slipped into them.
Evan climbed out of bed, pulled up his boxer briefs, and quickly blocked his doorway before Amanda could leave. “That isn’t true. We’ve talked about this!”
Seemingly defeated, Amanda sunk onto the edge of Evan’s bed and covered her face with both hands. “I know we’ve talked about this,” she said, her words muffled. “This is why we can’t be together.”
Evan sat beside her, keeping his hands in his lap. “Why, Amanda? Why can’t you be with me?”
Amanda wiped leftover tears from her cheeks before lowering her hands to her lap. “Because, Evan, looking at you reminds me of the night somebody raped me.”
Evan stared remorsefully at Amanda. A tear fell freely down his cheek.
“You told me that he didn’t force himself on you like that.”
“Yet, you still beat the shit out of him, Evan. The guy had to leave the party in an ambulance for crying aloud. If I told you that he raped me, you would have killed him. Either that or my brother would have killed him.”
Evan stood and began pacing his bedroom, wringing his hands together tightly. He stopped and looked back to Amanda. “How did you get that scar? Was it really from the lamp?”
“Yes, I was telling you the truth about that. I knocked the lamp over, and it broke. I picked up a piece and tried to hurt him with it, but he grabbed it from me and somehow cut me when he pushed me back down on the bed.”
Evan stopped pacing and sat down next to Amanda, trying to calm down. “Why didn’t you tell the police, Amanda?”
She shook her head, staring at the floor. “I was at a swinger’s party. Part of me felt like I got what was coming to me. I felt like the police would have just laughed in my face, and I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, somebody raped me.”
Evan gently placed his hand on Amanda’s knee. “Nobody ever has that coming to them.”
“I know that, now. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time. It all happened so fast.”
“You could still go to the police, you know.”
“To say what, that four months ago somebody raped me at a swinger’s party? They are just going to ask why I didn’t tell them at the time.”
“Just think about it, please.” Evan’s piercing blue eyes pleaded with Amanda.
“I will. I promise.”
“You can stay here tonight if you want.”
Amanda placed a hand on Evans, which was still on her knee. “I can’t stay all night with you, Evan. But I can stay long enough to hear why you were on that website, to begin with.”
“I’ll get us a couple of cups of coffee, in that case. It’s going to be a long night.”