Dana Evans x fem!reader

Dana sat at her kitchen counter, absentmindedly twisting her wedding ring.

“You know,” you said, stepping beside her, “that ring gets more attention from you than I ever did.”

A laugh slipped from her lips.

“Still jealous after all these years?”

“Maybe.”

Dana looked up at you, and for a second, neither of you looked away.

“You always were trouble,” she murmured.

“Funny. You used to like that.”

The corner of her mouth lifted. You stepped closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume and the light scent of the cigarette she smoked outside previously.

“Used to?”

Dana’s breath hitched slightly.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Her eyes dropped to your lips before returning to your eyes. The tension was thick as silence filled the room for a moment.

“Aren’t you married, Dana?”

“That’s not fair.”

“No,” you said softly, smiling. “But neither is looking at me like that.”

To be continued..?

Life if things don’t work out

Keep being creative.

Keep imagining.