with someone already. Strange, she never mentions him, but that doesn't mean it's not true." "Did you ask her?" "Nah, hinted about the fireman's ball though." "No bites." Evan shook his head. "Not even a nibble." Evan thought back to the previous night he'd hinted towards asking her to the ball and she didn't even appear to be interested in going with him. He then brought about a situation where all she had to do was meet him halfway. She just needed to move a fraction of an inch towards him and it would have enough motivation he needed to make the move he'd been aching to make from the first day they'd met. Instead, she ran off as fast as she could to serve the asshole in the cab. That should have told him everything he needed to know, but the problem was that he felt the connection between them. Maybe he was crazy, maybe it was all in his head. He’d just moved to Portland a month ago and hadn't been on a date in a number of months. Perhaps he was starting to get rusty and was reading the signals wrong. Maybe he was mistaking her kindness for something more than just friendship, when friendship was all it really was? "Do you think maybe your past couple of relationships may be keeping you from pursuing this one?" Evan frowned and snorted at Ralph. "What? When the fuck did you become Dr. Phil?" “Well the truth hurts brother” Evan ran the scenario quickly through his mind. His two previous relationships had ended in almost the same way. The women had gotten annoyed with his long work hours and so they decided to take on extracurricular activities - with other men. The second one even had the nerve to take her other boyfriend to their house and fuck him in his bed! Yes, Ralph could probably be right; maybe he was being slightly standoffish with Alyssa. But it was with good reasoning, after what had happened between him and these two women, he would be damned if he let another woman hurt or betray him. It almost seemed like he was on a roll with these failed relationships. A roll he wasn't overly eager to continue. But Alyssa was different. His gut told him she was and he was inclined to believe it. But still... Yeah, maybe the Cuban Dr Fucking Phil standing beside him had a point. He didn't have much time to ponder it further because the alarm inside the firehouse sounded and there was a flurry of shouts and activity inside. Without hesitation both men rushed into the station and began to get ready. Within a couple of minutes the fire truck was in motion and all men - Evan included, were on their way to put out a fire in an apartment building several blocks away.
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Alyssa awoke to an ear piercing buzzing and smoke filling her lungs. She coughed violently as she opened her eyes and sat up. The room had gotten incredibly hot and a thick cloud of smoke lined the air. Oh-my-God. Fire! Alyssa stumbled from the bed, again being overtaken by another violent bout of coughing, causing her to drop to her knees on the floor. Need to get out! Looking down at herself wearing an extremely sheer pink lacy teddy she very briefly considered changing her clothing, but screams coming from the floor below her prompted her to start moving, crawling towards the bedroom door as quickly as she could managed, reasoning that she'd rather be seen partially naked by the neighbours than dead. As she quickly made her way out of the bedroom and into the living room she gasped, seeing that the bathroom attached to the living room was already up in flames. "Oh God, oh God." She said in a panicked voice, rubbing her fingers viciously against her smoke burnt eyes. She stumbled to her feet frantic to get out and was hit with another fit of coughing that brought her back down to her knees. The stiffening in her lungs got more intense causing her to grip hard onto her chest, as she tried desperately to breathe through the heavy mass of smoke. It was so hot that her sweat was causing the thin material of her teddy to cling to her