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attached to you

To say you and Ethan became fused into one when your relationship began was not an exaggeration. It was mostly your fault; a magnet existed between you and Ethan, a force pulling your body to permanently attach itself on your pretty boy.

Your hands constantly decorated Ethan. They found their way onto the strap of Ethan's bag when the two of you walked to class together. Your arm would link with his in the bustling city, cautious not to lose him. Your legs would rest on his and your fingers would twist the curls that framed Ethan's face. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend, lips connecting with his the back of his hands, his jaw, his fingertips, any chance you got.

And Ethan loved it. The tips of his ears turned pink with every gentle touch, shy glances thrown your way as your fingers played with the buttons on his shirt. Ethan had never had someone love him so affectionately as you had, constantly connected to you in some way.

Even while you were apart, you could not let him go. Consistent calls and texts from you made Ethan's face light up, the knowledge that he was the only thing on your mind at all hours of the day making his heart swell.

Ethan could never tire of your voice, your smile, or your hands on him. Something about you pulled him in and he could not shake himself from its grasp — not that he wanted to.

Ethan, who was seated at his small desk, was pulled out of his thoughts when you walked into his room, placing yourself in his lap and wrapping your limbs around Ethan. Your lips tickled his ear and a giggle escaped Ethan. Ethan placed an arm around your back to keep you steady, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you rested your head on Ethan's broad shoulder.

"Am I bothering you?" You mumbled against his skin, noticing the textbook on his desk.

"Of course not," Ethan replied honestly, adjusting his gaze to continue studying. The warmth of your body against Ethan made his heart fuzzy with love. "You never are."

And with that, you relaxed completely, content that Ethan held onto the string that tied the both of you together desperately as you unraveled it.

Ethan hated any second spent without some form of you in it, a part of his routine he could no longer live without; he loved you, completely and entirely.To say you and Ethan became fused into one when your relationship began was not an exaggeration. It was mostly your fault; a magnet existed between you and Ethan, a force pulling your body to permanently attach itself on your pretty boy.

Your hands constantly decorated Ethan. They found their way onto the strap of Ethan's bag when the two of you walked to class together. Your arm would link with his in the bustling city, cautious not to lose him. Your legs would rest on his and your fingers would twist the curls that framed Ethan's face. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend, lips connecting with his the back of his hands, his jaw, his fingertips, any chance you got.

And Ethan loved it. The tips of his ears turned pink with every gentle touch, shy glances thrown your way as your fingers played with the buttons on his shirt. Ethan had never had someone love him so affectionately as you had, constantly connected to you in some way.

Even while you were apart, you could not let him go. Consistent calls and texts from you made Ethan's face light up, the knowledge that he was the only thing on your mind at all hours of the day making his heart swell.

Ethan could never tire of your voice, your smile, or your hands on him. Something about you pulled him in and he could not shake himself from its grasp — not that he wanted to.

Ethan, who was seated at his small desk, was pulled out of his thoughts when you walked into his room, placing yourself in his lap and wrapping your limbs around Ethan. Your lips tickled his ear and a giggle escaped Ethan. Ethan placed an arm around your back to keep you steady, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you rested your head on Ethan's broad shoulder.

"Am I bothering you?" You mumbled against his skin, noticing the textbook on his desk.

"Of course not," Ethan replied honestly, adjusting his gaze to continue studying. The warmth of your body against Ethan made his heart fuzzy with love. "You never are."

And with that, you relaxed completely, content that Ethan held onto the string that tied the both of you together desperately as you unraveled it.

Ethan hated any second spent without some form of you in it, a part of his routine he could no longer live without; he loved you, completely and entirely.