Feeling soft rays of light beam down on me, I groaned and lazily put a hand over my face. Slowly and reluctantly, I fluttered open my eyes and flinched in discomfort as the sun rays hit my eye. As my vision cleared, I took in the sight of the white cream walls and the hardwood dresser before remembering I was at Ethan's grandmas.

I was incredibly surprised by how well I had slept last night, as I didn't wake once. Sleeping here just felt so warm, so safe, and just right. Despite being a morning person, I kind of didn't want to leave. Strange.

With a heavy sigh, I moved the bedsheet out my way. However, when I tried to get up, I couldn't.

The hell? Why the fuck can't I move?

Confused, I looked down and-

Fuck!

At some point during the night, Ethan had wrapped his long arms around my waist. One of his hands was dug under my t-shirt, so it was lightly skimming my bare waist. While his other was tightly wrapped around one of my breasts.

Holy shit!

The sight alone immediately jolted me awake, and my heart started beating as fast as a freight train.

His hands are on my fucking boob! Don't freak out, don't freak out. I'm freaking the fuck out!

I took a deep breath in and out to calm myself. Should I wake him?

Deciding I'd rather save myself from the awkwardness of a confrontation, I slowly grabbed his hand and tried to lower it off of me. Ethan just groaned and moved his hand back to its original position, so it was firmly wrapped around my breast once more. And to make it even worse, he cuddled up even closer to me and resting his head into the crook of my neck.

So much for keeping to separate sides! That rule had clearly gone to shit.

"Ethan," I hissed, as I tried to wiggle out of his hold. The rhythmical rise and fall of his chest, continued behind me, indicating he was still asleep. As I continued to squirm, I felt something uncomfortable and hard, digging into the small of my back. What the hell is that?

Shit.

Realizing what it was, my eyes sprang wider in shock.

"ETHAN," I screamed, as I jammed my elbow hard into his stomach. He started to stir and loosened his hold before letting out a long groan.

"What the hell is your problem Chubs? Don't screech like that," he mumbled in a raspy voice, still sounding half asleep. A sexy-as fuck, half-asleep voice, may I add.

"I screeched because look where your fucking hands are," I snapped.

"What are you...Oh shit." Ethan exclaimed as he immediately dropped his arms from around me and shot back in shock. He scrambled into a seating position, seeming arguably more shaken up than me.

Now that I was finally free, I sat up and turned around to face him properly. He looked frazzled beyond belief and was repeatedly running his hand through his hair like it was some nervous tick.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What happened to your no touching rule, huh?" I probed.

A fierce blush overtook his face, and he looked more embarrassed than I've ever seen him. "L-look I'm so sorry Mia. It was an accidental boob touch. You see, I was just having this crazy-ass dream which I don't really want to get into, but it just- I -look I'm just sorry," He said, rambling like an idiot.

I couldn't help but crack a smile, as I took in his clearly embarrassed state. It was oddly cute.

"Relax, Ethan, it's fine," I laughed.

He let out a shaky sigh of relief and leaned his head back against the headboard.

Still chuckling, I climbed out of bed so I could start getting ready. I had only made it a couple of steps before Ethan cleared his throat.

"Erm Chubs.."

"Yeah?" I said, turning back around to face him.

He was biting his lip and eyeing my lower body with a smile. "Not to embarrass your or anything, but I think you might want to pull your top down a little," he laughed, as he shot a pointed look at my legs.

"What are you.." I began as I started to look down.

Oh, for fucks sake.

The end of the top was caught around my waist, giving him a full view of my lacy red underwear. "Oh no," I groaned, as I scrambled to lower the hem.

Ethan seemed to find this funny, and let out bouts of loud and obnoxious laughter. "Twice now chubs, that's twice I've seen you in your underwear. Once I can believe was an accident but twice! You've got to be doing it on purpose now," He teased.

"Shut up," I snapped as I quickly made my way into the bathroom, making sure to slam the door extra loud behind me.

Stripping off my clothes, I entered the shower and let the warm jets of water massage my body. Getting lost in thought, I started to think about what had just happened. It was certainly an interesting way to wake up, that's for sure. And a naughty part of me kind of liked it.

However, the sane part of me, reminded myself that liking it and liking him, was only going to end up with me with a broken heart. After all, it was only a matter of time before he'd ask out that crush of his.

When I was done with my shower, I wrapped a towel around me before I paused. Crap! I forgot to bring my clothes.

I was so damn flustered by Ethan and his stupid commentary, that I completely forgot. Why do I do this to myself? I took a deep breath in and out to calm myself.

It's okay Mia you can just go back out there and grab your stuff, it'll be fine. Just act cool Mia. He won't even care. Just act cool.

I slowly cracked the door open to the bathroom, so I could see where it was. He was out of bed now and had his back to me, as he sorted through his bag in the far corner of the room. Perfect, I could get there and back without him even knowing.

I tightened my hold on my towel before making a quick tiptoe run to my bag. Snatching it, I immediately turned on my heel so I could return to the safe confines of the bathroom.

"Mia?"

At the sound of the voice, I gulped and slowly turned around to face him.

Well, this wasn't good.

He swallowed harshly as his eyes started to prowl over my towel-clad body. As his gaze lingered on my chest, I self-consciously glanced down and soon realized why he was looking. My towel was slipping slightly, exposing the bulge of the top of my breasts. I coughed awkwardly, and quickly adjusted the towel before quickly scampering towards my sanctuary; the bathroom door.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ethan smirk before taking annoyingly large steps in the same direction and consequentially beating me there.

I narrowed my eyes at him, as he stood proudly in front of the bathroom door. "Could you get out of my way?" I snapped impatiently.

Ignoring me, he let out a low chuckle as he continued to survey me up and down. The dickhead knew how embarrassed I was, and was reveling in it.

"I don't know, can I?" he taunted. "What can you do for me?" he whispered gruffly, as he took a large step closer to me.

Why was he always fucking teasing me for? My self-control was only so strong. With him all shirtless and flirty before me, it was only a matter of time before I jumped his bones.

"Just get out of my way Ethan," I whined as I stomped my foot in anger.

He smiled in amusement. "Maybe I'll let you past if you give me a kiss," he winked, as his eyes flickered down to my lips.

Okay, It was official now, he was trying to kill me.

Shooting him the dirtiest look I could muster, I jammed my shoulder into his chest in an attempt to get past. He didn't move, not by a single inch.

What was this guy made of, fucking rock?

"I will happily stand here all-day Chubs," he sang as he beamed back at me smugly.

I let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing him by the chin and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. I pulled away.

"Happy?" I snapped.

Ethan pouted his lips a little bit but reluctantly moved a measly few inches to the left.

"I think I need a little more space than that," I scoffed, as I pointed to the tiny crack he had left in the door.

He shrugged. "Well, tough luck. You gave me a disappointing kiss, so you deserve a disappointing entrance," he stubbornly argued.

"You petty little bastard," I muttered.

Frowning at him, I turned to my side and started to squeeze through the tiny hole he had left for me. He chuckled lowly when my chest brushed against his torso, which wasn't good at all considering I was still in my towel, and he had no top on. I looked up to glare at him, and he just shot me a cheeky wink.

As soon as I was fully past him, I wasted no time before slamming the door loudly in his face. Letting out a long groan, I slid my back against the door and sunk to the ground. Getting over him was clearly going to be way harder than I thought.

After a couple more snide comments from Ethan, we were both finally dressed and made our way downstairs. Following him to the dining room, I pulled out a seat beside him and took in the sight before me in awe. The breakfast table was completely decorated with a buffet load of food.

I knew there was going to be a Brightside to the trip.

His grandma entered the room with a smile. "Oh, great you're both up, I was beginning to worry. Hope Ethan didn't keep you in bed too long....," she winked. I eyed her suspiciously.

Did she just insinuate what I think she did...

Deciding to just ignore the comment, I smiled back at her? "The food looks so delicious Mrs. Blythe, you've spoiled us," I complimented graciously. I honestly had this good girlfriend act, down pat.

"Go ahead, you can start. I'll be back in a second," she said, leaving the room.

Just I was about to grab a muffin, I heard footsteps descending the stairs. My jaw dropped open in shock, as I saw who entered through the door.

"Connor?"

Connor sauntered his way into the room and plopped himself into the chair before us.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed quietly, not wanting his grandma to hear.

Connor looked between the two of us in amusement. "Wow, so you didn't even tell you, girlfriend, I'm your cousin, huh?" he snickered.

"Your Cousin?" I yelled as I snapped my head towards Ethan. "The actual fuck, Ethan?"

Ethan just shrugged, "Yeah, he is, and he's a piece of shit, any questions?" Ethan remarked, not even looking up at Connor as he spoke.

Connor's jaw ticked. "I'd watch what I'd say if I were you, otherwise something might happen to your little bitch when you're not around," he sneered.

I was taken aback by his words. Did he seriously just threaten me?

"I dare you," Ethan hissed. "I dare you to even look at her the wrong way, and see what happens."

Connor threw his head back and laughed before focusing his gaze back on Ethan. "Yeah, I know, that's exactly why you won't be there," he smiled.

Ethan looked seconds away from punching Connor, but luckily his grandma chose that moment to re-enter the room. Still looking furious, Ethan slumped himself back onto his chair. Oblivious to the tension in the room, his grandma happily slid into her seat at the head of the table.

"It's so nice to have two of my grandkids together. It's such a shame little Dylan couldn't come too," she sighed.

"Yes, it certainly is wonderful. I wasn't sure it would ever happen again after Connor's little trip to juvie." Ethan spat.

Connor's been to juvie? Well fuck! Maybe I shouldn't have punched him, whoops.

"Yes, but I'm back now, aren't I?" Connor said with an innocent smile.

Everyone then quietly went back to chewing on their food, as the room filled with awkward silence. His grandma cleared her throat.

"Mia, darling, I was just curious. Are you on the contraceptive pill?" she boldly asked.

The surprise of her statement caused the juice I was drinking to shoot down the wrong pipe, and I aggressively started to choke on my drink. I saw Ethan straighten up beside me in shock, before patting me on the back to help.

"Grandma, you can't just ask someone that." Ethan scolded in embarrassment.

"Why not? We're all friends here," his grandma asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Once I had recovered from my coughing fit, she looked at me expectantly, still waiting for my answer.

"No. I'm not on the pill," I answered honestly.

"Ah Excellent, the grandkids will be on their way," she cheered as he clapped her hands together in excitement.

Widened my eyes, I sent a silent look of desperation towards Ethan, who looked equally as humiliated as me. Come on, Ethan, say something.

"Erm...actually, we're not quite ready to have children," Ethan laughed nervously.

"Nonsense, I had your mother at 18. Besides, Mia here looks strong enough to carry your child," his grandma said as she gestured to me.

This then triggered me to go into a second coughing fit.

"Grandma, please, please stop," Ethan groaned out in desperation, as he looked over at me in worry.

I waved my hands dismissively. "No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was just surprised that's all," I tried to say calmly, not wanting her to feel bad.

I felt guilty enough that I was actively lying to her in the first place. This whole thing was wrong. I wasn't his girlfriend, and I never would be.

And God did that suck.

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