A Dangerous Dance

Chapter 29 pt.2

My heart goes out to you, Ukrainians. You deserved so much better than this. </3

Onto our story,

Anne-Eli xoxo

Disclaimer: Sexual content ahead

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Evangeline

I storm off to my bedroom.

Or try to. Ethan catches up to me and circles my wrist before I can face plant. When did he install a step to get to the hallway? This absolutely wasn't there this afternoon.

"Thank's, but I can make it the rest of the way." I blink a few times really slowly, hoping the room will become steady again.

He spins me to face him and after another blink, his face appears inches away from mine.

"Evie, I'm an asshole and I shouldn't have said that." His voice is grave, but soothing. So steady, just like the way he holds me right now. "But tell me it isn't true. Tell me you didn't think of me when you fucked Rodney."

No, the two of you are so different that even though if I shut my eyes and covered my ears, he couldn't be mistaken for you. Instead, I thought of you anytime I jerked off.

"Noooooope. I haven't thought of you at all since you've been gone." I hiccup.

He pauses, assessing me with those unwavering eyes of his. The room isn't spinning so much if I just focus on them.

Another blink and then his lips are mine. His kiss is so soft, yet in complete control of my lips as his tongue darts past my teeth. I feel the goosebumps on my arms first, and then all the way up my spine.

He pulls away, just enough that his lips are hovering over mine.

"Then I would like to rectify that," he whispers.

I blink a few times, not really sure I understood what he said correctly. Or what he meant by it.

"Good night, Ethan," I nudge his chest so he'll let me pass.

He interrupts me after I take a few steps.

"And for the record, you can ask me for sex anytime you want. The answer will always be yes."

For the life of me, I think the alcohol has made me twice as clumsy, because my foot slips on nothing and I practically face plant a second time. I miss the wall by an inch when Ethan's hand come around my waist to hold me up.

"How about I help you to bed?" I roll my eyes, wishing he hadn't been an asshole before. And wishing he meant his bed, not mine. With him in it. Preferably between my legs.

I redden. Who knew one's own thoughts could make them blush?

Luckily he doesn't notice.

"Where are your pyjamas?" he asks after dropping me on the bed.

"Fuck it," I groan, falling backward on the plush mattress. "These leggings are comfortable."

"As you wish," he replies, giving me a once over. "At least get under the covers."

He comes by the side of the bed and starts pulling on the comforter. The entire time, I ogle him like a pervert. The alcohol made sure I have no more pride or reservations.

Ethan's eyes equally roam over me as his hand brushes my thigh.

Then I remember what I had set out to do tonight. Does it really matter that he replaced me with a thousand girls when he left? Does it matter that he's been an asshole to me over and over again? No.