My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 182 Crazy In Love

Evelyn

The ride home felt like stepping back in time.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, just like that first moment years ago. Back when I was a teenager with a hopeless crush on my dad's best friend-the man who seemed larger than life. Whether it was his words, his smile, the way he laughed, or the sight of him swimming on those warm, sun-drenched picnic days, Jacob Adriano had always been the center of my world.

And now, sitting beside him, I felt like that younger version of myself all over again heart pounding, filled with a giddy kind of love that knew no limits, no fears. I used to daydream about the impossible, about one day being older, wiser, and somehow stealing him away from the world, like something out of a forbidden romance.

But he was mine now. Even after all these years, it was hard to believe. Who would have thought that the silly teenage crush would blossom into this? That I'd be able to call him mine? The missing piece of my soul had been right in front of me all along, hidden in the man I'd loved for as long as I could remember.

"You know, if you keep looking at me like that," Jacob's voice broke through my reverie, a teasing smile dancing on his lips as he kept his eyes on the road, "I might just pull over and do something we probably shouldn't right now."

"I can't help it," I whispered, leaning closer, cupping his jaw and turning his face towards me. I kissed him softly, lingering in the warmth of his lips before pulling back just enough to whisper, "I still can't believe you're mine."

His grin deepened, a spark of mischief lighting up his eyes. "You've fallen even harder for me, Evelyn Fernandez," he teased, biting his bottom lip. "Be careful."

"Why's that?" I chuckled, raising a brow. "Why should I be careful?"

"Because I know how it feels," he said, his voice softer now as his hand reached over to caress my cheek. His touch sent a wave of shivers down my spine. "Every second they're not in your arms, it's torture. Like pieces of yourself are being carved away." For a moment, I just stared at him, and then leaning in, I pressed another quick kiss to his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck things up like you did. I am not stupid ike you," I said with a playful glint in my eyes.

His brows shot up before realization dawned, a low chuckle escaping him. "Outrageous little vixen," he laughed, before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead and turning his focus back to the road. Just then, a double-decker bus zoomed past us.

I smiled, glancing at him. "You do realize we could've just died if you were a second late getting back to driving, right?"

He shot me a knowing look, a slow smile spreading across his face. "To die by your side would be such a heavenly way to die."

I knew it wasn't just the song, he meant those words,

time,

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stepped out of the car and Jacob handed the keys to

and teasing. "You

one eyebrow lifting in amusement. "A quickie?" he asked, his grin widening, his eyes sparkling with playful

flooded my face. Before I could even think of a retort, he stepped closer, closing the space between us. The warmth of his body, the nearness of him, made it impossible to breathe. Suddenly, I felt like teenage Evelyn again, flushed with excitement, overwhelmed by the man who'd once been nothing more

had

become a fan of quickies? As far as I know, you prefer sleepless nights and entire days of doing nothing but fucking, just as much as

smiled at me, smug and impossibly charming, made my anger dissolve into nothing. "Forget

made a move

my back pressed into his chest. His breath was hot and heavy on my neck as he traced the line where my shoulder met my neck with his nose,

spine.

the contact. His fingers trailed from my arm to my fingertips, igniting sparks everywhere

"come to my room."

unraveled. I couldn't bear another second without

breath, I turned, opened the door, and looked back at him, a wicked smile on my lips. He had no idea what I was about to do, but that was all part of the

voice low and teasing as I stood in the doorway, "I can explain

"What do you mean-"

he could finish,

door shut behind us, e pressing him against the cold wood.

dark. Clara and Dad

alone. Safe. And I could do

lips moving against mine with equal hunger. But then, he pulled

forehead resting against mine. "We're in your house. America. Not Italy. Samuel and