Chapter Three — The Little Confession
The morning after, Evelyn felt lighter on her feet than she had in years. She hummed as she moved around the kitchen, fingers drumming on the counter while she waited for the kettle to boil. Walter peeked over the edge of his newspaper, eyes warm and sleepy, and Evelyn just smiled, the memory of the night before still humming under her skin.
Later that afternoon, she was out tending her flowers when Savannah stepped into the yard, arms full of fresh laundry. She looked so pretty in a thin white T-shirt and soft shorts, hair up in a messy bun that showed off the curve of her neck. Evelyn watched her for a moment, heart thumping a little harder when Savannah caught her eye and waved.
“Hey, Evelyn,” Savannah called, setting the laundry basket on the porch rail. “Beautiful day, huh?”
Evelyn smiled back, but something playful sparked behind her eyes. She wiped her hands on her gardening apron, then leaned closer to the low hedge. “Savannah,” she said, voice sweet and quiet, “I hope you two slept well after… last night.”
Savannah tilted her head, confused. “Last night?”
Evelyn’s grin widened just enough to make Savannah’s cheeks flush before she even understood. “Well, sweetheart… our windows line up just so. I was up late… and I could see you two.” She touched her chest, giggling like a girl with a delicious secret. “All of you.”
Savannah’s eyes went wide, her face going pink. “Oh my god, Evelyn — we didn’t realize — we never close the curtains all the way — oh, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry—”
Evelyn waved a hand, cutting off the apology. “No, honey. Don’t you dare be sorry. If anything… you did me and Walter a favor.” She leaned in, eyes sparkling. “It’s been a long time since we… you know. But watching you two — young, so hungry for each other — I felt like a girl again.” She gave a small, giddy laugh. “He was so hard I thought he’d break me in two. We haven’t been like that in years.”
Savannah’s mouth fell open, her hand covering her lips. “Oh my god…”
Evelyn touched her wrist lightly. “Don’t you be embarrassed. Take it from me — you two are beautiful together. Do it every chance you get. Make a show of it if you want. You’re young — you should enjoy every single bit of each other.” She paused, breath catching just a little at the memory, her eyes glazing like she could still see Savannah’s palms on the window. “Mmm… yes, enjoy it.”
Savannah’s cheeks burned so bright it made her giggle helplessly. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say thank you.” Evelyn winked. “And maybe close the curtains tighter if you really don’t want an audience.”
Savannah laughed and covered her face with her hands. “I’m telling Jax — he’s going to die.”
Evelyn leaned back, brushing the petals of her roses. “You tell him from me: don’t you two change a thing.”
They stood there a moment, giggling like girls, the summer sun hot on their shoulders — both of them a little pink, both of them secretly glowing.
Savannah couldn’t stop replaying it as she carried the laundry basket inside — Evelyn’s flirty grin, that spark in her soft old voice when she’d whispered “You did me a favor.” It made her chest feel warm and tingly, like she’d just gotten away with something delicious.
She found Jax in the kitchen, shirt off, leaning against the counter while he scrolled his phone. She set the basket down, still giggling under her breath.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Savannah crossed the room, pressing her palms to his bare chest, eyes wide and playful. “So… you know how we don’t really close the curtains?”
Jax frowned. “Yeah…?”
She bit her lip. “Evelyn saw us last night.”
His eyes went big. “Wait. Saw us?”
Savannah nodded, fighting a laugh. “All of it. She said she was up late — she could see everything.”
Jax’s ears flushed pink but his grin gave him away. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” She leaned in closer, whispering it like a naughty secret. “She told me she and Walter… they watched, baby. And then they did it. She said it’s been years since they did it like that.”
Jax laughed — a low, stunned sound that made Savannah feel a flutter deep in her belly. “Damn… so we gave the old man some inspiration?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “She said we should enjoy it every chance we get. She liked it. She looked so sweet telling me — but she got all warm just remembering it.”
Jax shook his head, the tips of his fingers brushing Savannah’s hips. “So our old neighbors are getting off to you bent over the window now, huh?”
Savannah’s cheeks burned, but the way he said it made her thighs press together. “Stop. You’re making it sound worse than it is.”
“Hey.” He caught her chin in his hand, smirking. “If we’re gonna give a show… we might as well make it worth it.”
Savannah swatted his chest, half laughing, half flustered. “Jax!”
He just chuckled, dipping his head to kiss her neck — slow, deep, like he was already picturing the next time he’d press her up against that window. And Savannah, for half a breath, pictured Evelyn’s soft eyes peeking through the hedge again… and felt herself get a little wet just thinking about it.
