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before dragging his fingers up and down my arm.  He knows it tickles me and he loves to see my reaction.  He loves breaking down my barriers, even when I fight him tooth and nail.
      Lying here, facing one another, I feel so at peace, so at home.  I feel as if I can tell him everything about myself, and in return, I want to know everything there is to know about this man I love.  Slowly, I caress his lips with my fingertips.  He quickly takes my index finger into his mouth and bites down softly, just enough to tease me.  A shiver runs down my spine as I begin to realize just how much Evan means to me. He is digging his way into my very soul.  It ’ s terrifying, but I can ’ t get enough.  Not nearly enough.
    “ Tell me about your childhood, Evan, ” I say softly, gazing into his deep eyes.  Hoping he won ’ t find the question silly.  We ’ ve been dating for about three weeks now, still very much in the honeymoon phase.  Shortly after that intense kiss in the back room of Molly ’ s, I ended things with Shawn , and immediately, Evan and I were a couple.
    “ How far back do you want me to go, sweets? ” Evan asks as he leans up and pushes his elbow into the pillow, supporting his head with his hands.  I mirror his movements and gaze into his eyes again.  I love that he calls me sweets .  It all started one night when we were watching The Breakfast Club here in my apartment.  It ’ s one of my all-time favorites.  I have a thing for misfits , and that movie delivers.  I love when Judd Nelson glares at Molly Ringwald and says, “ Sweets, you couldn ’ t ignore me if you tried .”  I told Evan that line makes me think of him.  Because seriously, even if I tried to ignore Evan, it would be impossible.  He got under my skin the day he walked into Molly ’ s , and as much as I tried to deny my feelings for him, they were impossible to ignore. 
    “ As far back as you wanna go.  I just want to know you better, ” I shrug.
    “ Well, I grew up in Green Bay, hence my love for the Pack .”  He laughs as I roll my eyes.  “ We moved when my dad lost his job.  I think I was around 7 years old.  He found another one, but we had to leave Wisconsin and made our way to the oh-so exciting Chicago suburbs. ”
    “ They ’ re not so bad, ” I interrupt, stroking his forearm gently.
    “ Oh yeah, I know.  But, I missed my grandparents, my aunts and uncles.  I missed having family around.  We were secluded for so long.  I eventually made friends and stuff, but it was hard.  My mom hated it.  That ’ s why they live in Green Bay again.  She ne ver felt at home in Arlington Heights . ”
    “ But, you didn ’ t want to move back? ” I asked.
    “ Nah, I mean, I was only seven.  I adapted, made lots of friends, and eventually stopped feeling so homesick.  Except during football season.  But, it ’ s not a far drive or anything.  I ’ ve gone to games with my cousins. ”
    “ Are you close with your folks? ” I press on.
    “ Hmm, yeah, I guess so.  I adore my mom.  She ’ s a gem, seriously.  I admire her so much.  She was the biggest support a kid could ’ ve asked for growing up .”  Evan sighs and then continues, “ My dad ’ s always been kinda detached, but I always knew he loved me.  Speaking of which, you don ’ t really talk about your family so much . . . wanna tell me about your parents? ”
    “ There ’ s not too much to tell, ” I lied, knowing there was so much I could tell. “ My parents are pretty conservative, kinda stuck in a time warp.  My mom serves my dad his meals in front of the TV.  He sits in his ridiculous recliner and eats off of a TV tray.  I swear, she doesn ’ t even question it.  It ’ s so sad. ”
    “ She doesn ’ t mind? ” Evan asks, raising an eyebrow.
    “ I think she ’ s used to it. In all honesty, she wouldn ’ t know what to do with herself.  For Angeline Armour, her entire existence revolves around being married to my