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Chapter 14

Chapter 14

[Marie's POV]

Without turning around, "Come in and close the door behind you." Ethan instructs before opening the door and walking in.

"Okay then." I mutter lowly. My irritation from before immediately clouds my nerves. Hesitantly, though, I step inside closing the door behind me. When I do, I'm not gonna lie. I'm pretty...well... surprised to be honest.

Rich red and brown brick cover the halls walls with pictures and paintings hung along them. Too fascinated by everything, I can't help but feed my curiosity by walking further inside Ethan's luxury town home. The furniture is a sleek black set with Cherri wooden coffee tables and shelves filled with books. I can't see the kitchen from here but I wouldn't be surprised if it had all stainless steel appliances and granite countertops.

Everything is so...expensive. Honestly, I wasn't expecting this based on his job at The Beet and working as a Teachers Assistant. Everything is literally sparkling. I mean, not literally but still. It's pretty shiny.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to actually come in?" Ethan asks.

And just like that, my bad mood returns.

"Where are you?" I snap.

"In the living room. Keep walking straight."

Determined, I walk straight and just like he said, he's sitting on his black leather sofa in the middle of the large living room. I try not to get distracted by the view as I glare at him.

Almost dejected, Ethan let's out a long sigh. "Come here, Marie."

"No."

At my response his left eyebrow quirks up, quizzically. "No?"

"No." I stand my ground, again trying not to get too distracted by the view. When I say view, I mean the gorgeous blonde haired man sitting just a few feet away from me now. God he's so hot.

"And why not?"

I cross my arms over my chest, causing him to momentarily lead his eyes there before he glances back up again. I nervously still angrily wet my lips. "I-uh, you haven't told me. You haven't told me what was wrong and why I'm here. I don't understand. You didn't seem upset with me before but in the class you were pissed. Why?"

"Why, what?" He asks, shrugging his shoulders before leaning back on the couch so that his arms rest on top of it. "Why am I pissed? Oh well that's simple. You come and ask me if I'm alright after thirteen days of not speaking. You rejected me."

"I didn't-" I begin to say only to be cut off.

"Yes you did." He dead pans, narrowing his gaze at me.

Why is he doing this? He knows why I made the choice that I made. I had to or else he would get fired and I'd most likely be expelled if not kicked out of class. He knows all this though, so why is he making it so difficult?!

"I had to. You know I had to."

"It's hard."

"What?" I ask, more confused than before.

"Staying away from you." Ethan easily says, staring at me somewhat longingly.

"You were angry-are angry. You say it's hard to stay away from me but I don't get it. Why would you bring me to your home? Why would you be so fucking rude when I did nothing wrong. I asked how you were only to speak to you. To break the ice. Yet, your pissed off at me for something you know I had to do." My chest rises and falls the more heated I get. To say that I'm frustrated is a complete understatement.

Long seconds pass with his hungry eyes looking at me. Studying me. I can't help but squirm under is hard and calculated gaze. "Come here." Ethan finally says. His voice is a lot more huskier than before.

It's like I'm in a trance. An uncomfortable yet pulsating trance that feels impossible to break. So instead of fighting it, I invite this foreign feeling and slowly walk closer to him. When I step in front of him, he looks up at me with so much emotion. An emotion I can only identify as lust.

At that thought, warm spurts of energy serge through me to my core. I can feel myself getting wet in between my legs. "What?" I ask only to distract myself from my reaction.

Slowly he stands, closing the space between us. A euphoric sensation caresses me when he cups my cheek with one hand and holds my hip in his other. "W-what are you doing?" I ask, growing all the more nervous.

He doesn't answer me, though. Instead he trails his warm calloused fingers that were on my hip under my shirt, instantly causing me to gasp. What is he doing?!

"Ethan." I swallow, "Wait." I say distantly, too engrossed in the way this man is making me feel.

"Stop holding back Marie. I'm tired of fighting the inevitable." Ethan confesses, leaning down to softly kiss my exposed color bone.

"Me too," I want to say, but I keep my mouth shut. Off of instinct, I bring my hands up to his neck slowly moving them into his hair. A groan rumbles in his chest. Before I know what's happening, my back slams against the plush sofa he was seated on not five minutes before. Ethan lies between my legs, making sure not to crush me under his weight.

I inhale short breathes as I look up into his green eyes. Something like a scar that's under his eye catches my attention. Absent-mindedly, I reach up to cup his jaw rubbing my thumb over the mark. Even his imperfections are beautiful.

"Marie. I know you don't understand. I'm not sure I even understand it myself, but I-," he pauses, taking his time to study my features up close, "I don't think I can handle not touching you or not even being around you. When I see you in class or at The Beet...I just can't help what I want." He stops to peck my forehead, "I want you Marie and I don't care about what happens. We'll take care of all that later."

His confession brings tears to my eyes. For weeks now I thought that what we had was gone. Not just our friendship but our connection. That once in a lifetime connection. But it's not gone. He's here telling me that he not only reciprocates this but that it's still alive and thriving and he's willing to risk everything else just for me. Me, a no body from a small town in Georgia. Me, who's not all that beautiful like tens of thousands of gorgeous women who have looked at him and said, "Oh, yeah, he'll definitely like someone like me." I mean, not tens of thousands but I'm sure it's a lot.

"Say something, please." Ethan pleads, impatiently. The look in his eyes is so vulnerable like a little boy telling his first crush that he like her.

Even though that nagging voice in the back of my head is telling me to stay away, that this is gonna eventually bite me in the ass I ignore it. Why? Well, because I don't care.

"Okay." I smile, leaning up to peck his lips but when I pull back Ethan cups my neck to hold me in place. That electrifying feeling pulsates through my veins again. Instantly, I kiss him back. The kisses are gentle at first, but then something in both of us just...cracks. Ethan bites down harshly on my bottom lip, causing a gasp to escape me. Taking the opportunity, he glides his tongue along my own. Simultaneously we moan together as we share passionate kisses. I grab at his back and wrap my legs around his waist to push him more into me. His rock hard groin presses against the middle of my legs.

My mind is telling me to stop but I ignore it. This feels too good.

"Ethan." I moan against the skin of his neck as he grinds his hips to meet my own. I arch into him when his fingers slip under my shirt, cupping one of my breasts and massaging it.

I should stop. I should cherish the single part of me that I've kept all this time and save it until I know for sure that I'm ready. But the funny thing is is that I don't want to. And right about now, I'm feelin' pretty ready.

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Another cliff hanger oooooooo! Okay sex scene? no sex scene? I hope you guys enjoyed it😊 Don't forget to vote and comment and all that! Thanks so much for reading, adios☺️

(A picture of the town home is off to the side)