My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 50

Evelyn

Jacob tenderly traced his fingers along my cheek, gently moving down to my neck, and occasionally placing pecks on my lips and cheeks. I listened in silence to his heartbeat, finding something intriguing about it. Another detail that captivated me was the network of delicate blue veins on his hands, extending gracefully from his wrists.

And the best part was his cologne that till now was buried deep in my system.

He brushed away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across my face, then caressed my cheek and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"What's your plan now?" I asked, even though we hadn't discussed it yet. I knew one of us needed to broach the subject, "Should we both talk to my mother?"

"For now, let's not do anything. We'll wait until Danica brings it up; I'll handle the matter," he assured me, offering a soft smile. "You don't need to worry about it, okay?"

"But I don't want you to face it alone. Let's go talk to her together," I suggested, nuzzling his neck. "Sounds good?"

"Alright," he nodded with a smile, "but only after the wedding is over. I know you don't want to spoil it for Samuel and Clara, and neither do I. Let's wait until then."

I hummed in response, and hugged him, once again listening to his heartbeats.

A few seconds later, I finally voiced the question that had been nagging at me from the start.

"You won't leave me, will you?"

He pulled away to look at me, surprise registering on his face, "Wait, what? What makes you say that?"

"I just...I just felt like I should ask," I admitted hesitantly. "I don't want to lose you."

"Hey, I'm never leaving you," he assured me softly. "I love you, Evelyn, and only an absolute idiot would leave someone they love."

"What if you turn out to be an idiot?"

"Trust me, I'm not an idiot," he chuckled. "You can have some faith in me."

"Promise me you won't leave me."

He let out a sigh before drawing me closer. Surprisingly, I found myself landing on top of him. Before I could protest, he spoke again as a gasp slipped past my lips. "I promise, I'll never leave you, Evelyn. No matter what."

A smile finally made its way on my lips, "Okay." I leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, attempting to get off of him, but he resisted.

"Jacob, you'll get hurt. I'm not that lightweight."

"Trust me, you're not as heavy as you think, baby. You're as light as a feather. Maybe even as light as the smallest free weights at the gym," he grinned.

Now that was offending!

"Hey, how dare you compare me to gym equipment?!"

"Oh, did I? I'm so sorry." He seized the opportunity to shower me with a bunch of kisses all over my face.

"Stop it!" A giggle slipped past my lips.

"What can I do? You're too beautiful." He murmured, nuzzling my nose. "I could kiss you all day long."

"Silly." I traced my fingers along his jaw before speaking again. "By the way, how did Dad's fashion session go?"

"Well, of course, it went great for him." He groaned, as if recalling it annoyed him. "I swear, Evelyn, mentally Samuel is aging backward."

"Alas! You have to deal with it. He's your best friend after all."

"Yeah, my bad luck! Anyways, he didn't tell you about today's party yet, did he?"

"Party? There was no such plan."

"Yeah, but your dad made it up last minute because he needs to take his mind off things and clear his thoughts. He's really nervous for someone who has already dealt with a marriage," he said, shaking his head and chuckling.

"Worth mentioning — a failed marriage. He's afraid because he fears everything will change after marriage. But I don't think there's anything to worry about, though. Clara's good for him; she'll get him in line," I said, plucking an eyelash from his cheek. "Hey, you've got a wish."

"What?"

"You have a fallen eyelash, dummy." I carefully placed the eyelash on the back of my hand. "Make a wish and blow it."

"Evelyn, that's so stu—" He was about to start his nonsense with one of his usual comments, but my glare made him swallow everything.

"Okay, fine. I'll make a wish." He relented, eventually blowing the eyelash.

"Tell me, what did you wish for?" I asked, unable to hide my excitement.