"Another one," Ethan barked, still in his original position lying sprawled out on the sofa. However, he now had a cushion tucked up under his head, courtesy of me.

It turns out his idea of 'helping' him consisted of me hand feeding him chocolates and essentially being his slave.

Glaring at him, I proceeded to get another chocolate finger from inside the packet. He was such a Jerk, he hadn't allowed me to eat a single one. I couldn't even sneakily eat one because he was watching my every move. I shoved another chocolate finger into his mouth a bit more aggressively this time.

"Don't choke me with it," he said shooting me a look of irritation.

"I don't see why I'm even doing this in the first place. How hard is it to just hold it yourself?" I whined, fed up with feeding him.

He narrowed his eyes in response. "Fine if you are just going to complain. I can find something else for you to do," he said flipping around on the sofa, so he was lying on his stomach. "Get up," he said looking up at me from the chair I was sat on.

"Why?" I asked narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

"Just do it Mia." he snapped bossily. With a sigh, I obliged and stood up.

"Now crawl on top of me and give me a back massage," he said bluntly waiting for me to move.

"I'm not doing that kinky shit," I yelled in horror, looking down at him like he was crazy. He had to be joking.

"Need I remind you, Mia, that I can still call the police at any point," he said in a serious tone, as he looked at me pointedly. Well, it's not like I had much dignity left anyway.

"Don't worry I'll keep my top on. Don't want you getting too flustered," he said with a chuckle. I hate that his statement was probably true, no thanks to my stupid hormones.

Making sure to dig my knee harshly into his back, I clambered my way onto his back and straddled his torso placing my knees on either side of him. I didn't sit on him but kept all my weight on my knees instead, to reduce the amount of physical body contact I had to make with him.

"Start massaging already." Ethan snapped out impatiently. Not really knowing what to do, I timidly started kneading his shoulders hoping this would achieve something. This resulted in a groan of pleasure to fall from his mouth. I felt a feeling of pride surge through me, maybe I had some undiscovered massaging skills.

With this thought on my mind, I gained more confidence and I started to knead his shoulders more vigorously as more sounds of pleasure ensued from his mouth, sounds which were getting progressively louder. Completely forgetting who was underneath me, I actually started to have fun with it and I found myself relaxing back so that I was now sitting on his lower back. I then bent forward and used my elbow to make small rhythmic circles on his back

"God, that feels amazing," he moaned still making consistent sounds of pleasure.

We both froze in shock when we heard a loud high pierced scream from behind us.

"What the actual fuck," a deep voice said. Still sitting on top of Ethan, I turned around and saw Lucas and a little boy who I assumed was Ethan's little brother. They were stood staring at our compromising position with widened eyes.

Lucas realizing the little boy was present covered his eyes trying to protect his innocence.

Suddenly jumping into action, I leaped off Ethan as quickly as I could and dove towards the ground causing me to fall harshly on my ankle.

"Ouch," I cried grabbing onto my ankle.

Ethan now free to get up that I was off him, turned around to see what was going on and upon seeing who was there started blushing furiously and looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Why don't you go help yourself to a biscuit Dylan," Lucas said referring to the little boy as he gestured him in the direction of the kitchen. Once he had safely watched Dylan round the corner, Lucas spoke up

"If you guys want to practice your fucking porno, can you refrain from doing it in the presence of children and on the sofa. I eat there." Lucas whined in annoyance.

Ethan who was now sitting up properly on the sofa rolled his eyes at Lucas and I noticed he weirdly had placed a cushion over his lap for some reason.

"Well he wasn't there when we started, and I didn't know you guys were just going to walk in. Knock next time," he bit back at Lucas in irritation.

"We weren't practicing for a porno," I rushed out in embarrassment, as my face went bright scarlet. I shot a glare at Ethan who didn't help at all in trying to deny it.

"It sure looked like it" Lucas sang taunting me. Annoyed at him, I chucked a pillow at him which he just caught.

"Nice try Mia," Lucas said with a snort, as he threw it back on the sofa.

Realizing I was still on the floor, I tried to get up, but I felt a strong surge of pain shoot through my ankle.

"Fuck," I cried loudly as I slumped back down to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Ethan said in a surprisingly concerned tone as he dropped down beside me on the floor. His face held none of its normal smugness but instead was clouded with a look of worry.

"I think I must have hurt my ankle when I fell," I said grasping my foot in pain.

He moved my hand gently out of the way and carefully removed my sock from my foot, being very slow as not to hurt me. He studied my ankle before pressing down on my ankle bone and then the soft part of my ankle.

"Did any of that hurt?" he asked looking up at me in concentration.

"Yeah, the second time you pressed. It hurt," I replied.

"Okay, I think it's probably just a sprain then. Even though it looks swollen, I don't think it's broken as it didn't hurt when I pressed on the bone. But I can still take you to the hospital if you'd like?" he said with a kind smile.

I stared at him in bewilderment, surprised by how much he knew and by how nice he was being. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly cute he looked when he was all concerned and serious.

"No, it's fine I don't think that's necessary," I said with a smile.

Ethan just nodded his head and before I could even process what was happening, he scooped me up in his arms so that one of his hands supported my back while the other rested behind my knees. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his chest against my side, which felt like a fire burning through me. He slowly laid me onto the sofa before he started to fluff up a cushion so he could place it carefully underneath my foot upon the armrest.

"I'll go get you some ice," he said softly before heading into the kitchen.

Who the hell was this alien and what the hell had he done to Ethan?

In a trance, I admired the way the muscles of his back moved as he walked off which was annoyingly obscured by his t-shirt.

"Boy, you sure have him whipped, don't you?" Lucas said flopping down into the armchair beside me on the sofa. I had almost completely forgotten he was here.

I blushed slightly as I looked at Ethan "He was just being nice that's all," I muttered shrugging my shoulders.

"Trust me I know Ethan. He's never that nice to anyone except his mum and brother," he said with sincerity in his tone.

"Oh, and me of course," he added with a smirk.

"How did he know so much about fractures?" I asked curiously.

"He wants to be a doctor one day, so he's always reading up about it," Lucas responded with a proud smile. I didn't know he wanted to be a doctor, he never seemed the type. I just assumed he'd want to be a male model or a professional soccer player or something.

"Hey, I got your ice," Ethan said returning holding an ice pack up that he had wrapped in a tea towel. He attentively placed it over my swollen ankle. Then with a sigh, he flopped down onto the sofa opposite me as I was taking up my entire sofa.

There was a moment of silence before Ethan spoke up. "Come, to think of it, why the fuck are you here Lucas?" Ethan said turning to look at his best friend who was munching away on the forgotten chocolate fingers on the table.

"A bit rude. If you must know I asked your mum if I could pick Dylan up from school today, I've missed the little guy," Lucas said with a smile.

I heard little footsteps in the distance become louder as Dylan came into view. Considering the amount of time he was away, I assumed he had helped himself to more than a few biscuits. He boldly marched up to me without an ounce of hesitation.

"Hi, my name is Dylan, who are you?" he asked in a more confident tone than I expected for a 6-year old. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly similar he looked to Ethan, the resemblance was uncanny. I was starting to wonder if his parents had Ethan cloned or something.

"My name is Mia, I'm Ethan's......er...friend," I said not quite sure how to describe our relationship. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ethan's smile slightly damper.

"Oh. I'm a bit confused then......" Dylan said in a cute little confused voice. I feel like all three of us were smiling internally at Dylan's cuteness.

"Why are you, confused little buddy?" Ethan said smiling with warmth at his little brother.

"I just thought she didn't like you because you guys were fighting. She looked like she was winning." Dylan said giggling to himself, clearly amused at the idea of his brother being beaten up by a girl.

This was going to be difficult to explain I thought with a sigh.