Free Evan Arden 05 Irrevocable by Shay Savage

there’s thankfully little traffic.  I think I might be swerving a bit.
    “Are you all right?” Alina asks.
    “I’m good.”
    I change lanes and prepare to turn left.  Just as I start my turn, someone walks out right in front of me.  I slam on the brakes and the Camaro skids sideways before coming to a stop.
    “What the fuck!” I yell.  I look back over my shoulder to see if I can locate the pedestrian.
    Ralph stands in the middle of the street, staring at me blankly.
    “Shit,” I mumble as I place my head in my hands for a moment.  I glance at Alina.  She’s gripping the door handle tightly as she stares straight ahead with her mouth hanging open.  “Sorry about that.”
    I consider blaming my actions on a jaywalking hallucination, but that’s probably not a good idea.  I reach down and grab the gearshift and then pull the car to the side of the street to get my bearings.
    “Would you like me to drive?” Alina asks as she composes herself.  “I remember the way.”
    My immediate thought is to say no.  No one else has driven this car since I got it, and I don’t think I want to change that.  On the other hand, my head is practically spinning now, and Ralph is hanging out just in front of the hood of the car.
    Maybe it’s best to give up.
    “Can you drive a manual?”
    “I can.”
    I nod and open the driver’s side door.  We switch places, and Alina gently eases the Camaro back onto the street.  Ralph is smirking at me from the other side of the window.
    “Fucker,” I mutter.
    Alina glances over at me, and I just shake my head.  She doesn’t ask, and I don’t give anything up.  Some things are best left unsaid, and the extent of my insanity is probably one of them.
    It only takes a few minutes to get to the parking garage under my building, but by that time, I’m shaky on my feet, and Alina ends up helping me out of the car.  I feel a little ridiculous, but I also know the only way to get any relief is to get into my bed with her beside me, so I let her lead me to the elevator and up to my apartment.  She takes me straight to the side of the bed so I can sit down.
    She kneels in front of me, and my cock takes notice of the position.  I’m only half awake as she starts removing my boots, but I’m still tempted to have her do a little work before going to sleep.  Her hand brushes the inside of my thigh as she removes my socks, and I almost place my fingers over hers to move her hand up higher.
    I blink a couple of times—I think—and she’s back on her feet.  My shoes, socks, and shirt have been removed, but I can’t recall exactly how that happened.  I’m still in my jeans, but I manage to push those off myself.
    Alina picks them up off the floor and drops them in the hamper along with the rest of my dirty clothes.  She opens the drawer where my T-shirts are stored and picks one out.  She lays it on the bed beside me before she starts to get undressed.
    I’m looking at her more closely tonight as she removes her clothes.  Her hair is down, and I like the way it flows around her back and shoulders as she pulls her tank top over her head.  I consider helping her get the rest of her clothes off, but I can barely stand on my own.
    If I demand a blowjob, I will probably fall asleep in the middle of it.
    Alina steps across the hall to the bathroom, and I lie down on the bed.  I don’t even open my eyes when she returns and climbs in beside me.  My nose detects her, though—the scent of lavender is all around me.  I tuck my face into the space between her neck and shoulder and breathe deeply.
    “Do you like it?” Alina asks.
    I open my eyes just enough to focus on her face.
    “The lavender?  Yeah, I do.”
    “I hope it helps.”
    I can’t form words to respond to her.  I’m trembling a bit though I don’t feel cold.  She rubs the back of my shoulder with one hand and presses her cheek to the top of my head.  With her other hand, she trails her fingertips over the