PART 3

Paragraph 1: Nikolai’s POV (no sex)
Paragraph 2: Eva’s POV (no sex)
Paragraph 3: Nikolai’s POV (sex)

POV: Nikolai
I stand at the bar where she works, looking at her. Every time she walks past, the scent of her coconut shampoo trails behind her. She’s wearing a gypsy-style floor length dress with slits at the side that go up to her thighs, and I wonder if she knows how her hips sway beneath it when she walks.
She won’t return my eye contact while her grandfather is here, I know her too well now to think she would do anything she thought of as too bold. She likes keeping us a secret, she tells me sometimes, because it’s all the more exciting. And I have to agree with her when her grandfather comes in to do a few jobs behind the bar; dropping hints and clues about fucking his granddaughter has kept me entertained for almost a whole hour of today.
“You’re looking well, Nick,” he told me when he saw me, taking a proper look at my face and how it’s changed. “You look at least ten years younger. Christ, what have you been doing?” We hadn’t seen each other for a while, but I greeted Albert like the old friend he is and slapped him on the back with the same hand I used to spank Eva this morning before she started her shift.
“Just eating the right things,” I told him, glancing at Eva when his back was turned. She glared down at the pages of the book she was pretending to read.
He looked at me in disbelief for a while, as have the other people I have seen over the past week. None of them have gone without noticing how an apparent fifty year old has somehow obtained the rejuvenated looks and features of someone almost twenty years his junior in such a short amount of time.
“Come on, what’s your secret?” Albert asked, raising his eyebrows. “I could do with a bit of whatever it is you’re doing.”
“You wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up any more, old man,” I joked, earning a chuckle and a sly wink from him.
When he finally goes down to the cellar I move closer to Eva. Her cheeks are still blushing a shade of crimson, and I almost feel bad for her.
“My house tonight,” I tell her in a low voice. Our nightly visits to each other had taken place exclusively at her cousin’s house, and I was craving the chance for us to be properly alone together.
She considers it for a second, as though I’m asking her and not telling her. A slight frown furrows her brow, and I know she has something to say.
“Come on, spit it out,” I tell her gently. I almost forget the bar isn’t empty and reach out to touch her cheek.
“Can’t we do something else tonight? You know… go out. Do something. Go somewhere. Talk to each other.”
I smile at her teasingly. “Are you asking me out on a date, Eva?”
“No,” she says too quickly, with the over emphasised disgust of a child denying they have a crush.
“I suppose I can try and think of something,” I tell her, before I hear her grandfather’s footsteps coming up from the cellar and we pretend we’re nothing more than acquaintances.

POV: Eva
His car pulls up outside Beth’s house at exactly 7pm. Beth fusses over me like a mother sending her daughter off to prom, scrunching up the curls in my hair, spraying the last sprays of perfume on me, telling me to have fun. The evening air is cool and still, but I still feel a heat that spreads inside me when Nikolai watches me walk towards the car and climb into the passenger seat.
“Where are we going?” I ask. I’ve played it safe with a pair of black skinny jeans, a blue lace top and a leather jacket, wearing wedges on my feet. Hopefully it’s suitable for whatever he has planned. Underneath I have a matching lilac bra and thong set, prepared for later on in the night.
He takes a bag from the back seat and places it on my lap. I hear glass bottles clinking together inside it.
“To the cinema,” he’s clearly very proud of himself. “But don’t worry, there won’t be any awkward backseat groping you kids are into,” he jokes, “it’s an outdoor screening.”
“I’m impressed,” I tell him.
He grins.