"Why did you stop?" I whined as I pouted my lips.

"I..er..." he swallowed, as his gaze dropped down to my lips. He seemed to lose his train of thought and just stared.

"Hellooo, anyone there," I giggled as I waved my hand in front of his face. He immediately tore his eyes away from me, and let out a harsh breath which sounded half like a cry.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he hissed, as he fisted his hair in frustration.

I scrunched up my face in confusion. "What's wrong with kissing me? I wanted you to," I hiccupped.

He glanced back at me with eyes blazed with guilt, and he softly shook his head. "No, Mia. You don't know what you want," he explained softly.

"I..I," his eyes flashed with pain. "I took advantage, I should have pushed you away sooner."

"So...so.. you don't want to kiss me?" I asked softly as I felt tears start to well up in my eyes.

His eyes widened in panic. "Hey, no, don't cry," he said, as he rushed towards me and wiped away a tear on my cheek. "I do want to kiss you Mia, but just not tonight, okay. Maybe another day," he said as he gave me a comforting smile.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," he said, as he took my hand in his and led me over to the bed. Once he helped me underneath the coves, he looked down at me and sighed. "Now, this time actually stay," he said firmly.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Bossypants," I said as I reached out and gave his cheek a double pat.

He just shook his head at me in amusement, before he made his way back to the desk. I tossed and turned in discomfort, as I tried to find a comfortable position.

"This room is hot," I complained loudly.

Ethan spun around on his chair. "Why, don't you take off your jacket then, genius," he chuckled.

"Oh yeah," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes again and turned back to his writing. I clumsily wrestled to get my jacket off, and once I did, I let out a contented sigh. I frowned when I realized I still felt hot. I was just about to go yell at Ethan again when I paused as an idea came to mind.

It was so obvious; I should just take my top off. That would cool me right down.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the end of my top and pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. I smiled in satisfaction, as I was instantly hit with the refreshing feeling of cool air against my skin.

Much better.

I glanced over at Ethan. He was hunched over the desk, with his back to me, and he looked deep in concentration as he scribbled something down on some paper. I hated him. Why wouldn't he kiss me? Couldn't he tell I was fucking horny? You know what forget kissing, I'm going to get this guy to fuck me.

With a devilish smirk, I swung my legs out of the bed and started to wobbly walk my way over to him.

Ugh, why won't my legs co-operate!

Ethan slammed his pen down on to the desk with an aggravated sigh and swiveled around to face me. "Chubs, I told you to stay in-"

Ethan's lips parted in shock, and he stared me up and down as though he could scarcely believe what he was seeing.

"W-w-why why is your top gone?" He stuttered. His eyes were working hard to stay up at my face, but his gaze kept dropping low as though they had a mind of my own.

He swallowed. "P-put your top back on again?" he said, proposing it as more of a question than a command.

I tilted my head in confusion. "But why would I do that? I was hot, and now I feel cooool," I giggled as I dragged out the o.

He closed his eyes in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mia, just please put your top back on," he groaned in a pained voice.

I stalked closer to him with a smirk. "I will, after you fuck me," I bargained.

Ethan's head struck up fast at my words, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. While he sat dumbstruck, I wrapped my arms around his neck and climbed into his lap, and straddled him. Shocked, would be too light of a word to describe how he looked now. He looked seconds away from having a full-on heart attack.

He shook his head frantically. "No. I'm fucking not. You're going to get off me, put your top on and go to bed," he yelled in an authoritative tone, but his voice was far too shaky to hold much power. His arms were hanging up awkwardly in the air, as though he was afraid to even touch me.

"Come on, Ethan..." I drawled, as I twirled a lock of his hair around my finger. "Do you seriously not want to fuck me?" I whined, as I batted my lashes and widened my brown doe-eyes.

Ethan looked so pained; I wouldn't be surprised if he broke out into tears. "God, I want to but-"

"Shhh, that's all you have to say," I silenced with a finger against his lips. I grabbed his hands and slid them down to my ass. His breaths grew heavy as I leaned up to his ear. "Now, leave those hands here and just relax," I whispered.

I moved my lips south and trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his neck, and I smiled as he leaned his head back in submission. When I got to the crook of his neck, I sucked hard on the flesh, and Ethan kneaded my ass with a groan.

A nanosecond later, Ethan grabbed my shoulders and ripped us apart. I looked at him in confusion, and I was about to say something when Ethan cut me off.

"Nope, don't say anything, you've done enough. Get off, or I'll pull you off myself," he snapped sternly.

I groaned in annoyance but reluctantly got off of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I control myself?" he groaned, as he hunched over at buried his face within his hands.

I scowled down at him. "Fine, don't fuck me then. I'll find someone else who is willing." I hiccupped. I shot him a nasty glare before I turned around and stormed for the door.

"No, no, no, no." I heard Ethan call from behind me in panic. I made it about three steps before I felt his arms loop around my waist and sweep me up into his arms. He let out an exasperated sigh, as he carried me over to the bed while I tried to wrestle out of his grasp.

"Jesus fucking Christ, how much of that shit did you eat...," he muttered under his breath, as he softly lowered me on to the bed.

Then with a heavy sigh, he snatched my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He fiddled around with it until it was finally in place. "There, all done," he smiled.

I crossed my arms over my chest with a frown. "I'm still hot, and I'm still horny," I whined.

An amused smile crept on to his face, and he bit his lip as he tried not to laugh, "Yeah, I know. You've made that extremely fucking clear," he snorted.

"Let's see if we can get you to bed for the third time," he chuckled, as he helped me underneath the covers. "Now, please, please go to sleep, Chubs," he said as he softly caressed my cheek.

I nodded my head.

"Excellent! Now, if you excuse me, I need to make a list of all the embarrassing shit you've said and down," he winked before he turned around to leave.

"Ethan..." I called sweetly.

He slowly turned around, with his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Yeah.." he answered.

"Can you come sleep beside me?" I asked, as I softly batted my eyes.

He snorted. "Nice try Chubs, but I'm not going anywhere fucking near you until you're sober."

"You're mean," I yelled as I stuck out my tongue.

"Goodnight Mia," he chuckled as walked back to the desk.

"Goodnight Ethan," I yawned. I was starting to feel tired, so I snuggled into the cushion, and before I knew it, I was completely knocked out.

I turned over with a groan as I felt a bright stream of light hit my eyes, indicating it was well into the morning.

That was weird, I never sleep in...

I rubbed my eyes, and slowly started to sit up. As soon as I did, I felt the room spin and for some reason, my head felt like it was pounding. Was I sick? I fluttered open my eyes, and froze, realizing I had no clue where the hell I was.

I jumped in surprise, as I heard the door hinge creak, followed by the sound of someone faintly whistling. I widened my eyes in shock as Ethan, strolled his way through the door. He had a mug in his hands, which he was about to place on the bedside table, but then he paused as he caught my eye.

"Oh, wow, you're up earlier than I thought. I'd assumed you'd be knocked out till one-o clock," he chuckled, as he placed down the mug. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, as he took a seat on the bed.

"Fucking horrible," I whined as I massaged my temples. "Where the hell even am I?" asked as I surveyed the room in confusion.

"In Lucas's spare room," he answered plainly.

"At Lucas'? Why the fuck am I at Lucas'?" I asked.

"Do you seriously not remember anything from last night?" he asked softly. I could detect a hint of sympathy in his tone, as though he felt sorry for me.

I scrunched my face up in concentration. "Well, I remember being at May's sleepover," I shrugged.

"And after that?" he said, probing me to continue.

I paused for a few seconds. "Oh, and then Lucas invited us here," I smiled.

"And then?" Ethan sighed.

"And then...and then...shit!" I hissed. "The cookies! I ate the fucking drugged cookies! I was high last night. Oh shit. That's why I can't remember anything," I stammered out in a panic as my heart started to race. I hugged my knees up to my chest and started to hyperventilate as I rocked myself back and forth like a crazy person.

"Am I a druggy now, Ethan? Is this my life now? They say all it takes is one time, and then you're hooked for life," I rambled as I stared at Ethan with wild and panicked eyes.

"Holy shit, I haven't even told you what you did yet," Ethan chuckled, as he observed my panicked state in disbelief.

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? What did I do, Ethan? Why are you smiling? I don't like that you are smiling, Ethan," I blurted out quickly. A million different horrible scenarios were running through my mind.

What If I told him I liked him? He's probably waiting for just the right moment to laugh in my face and tell me to get lost.

"You really don't remember a single thing?" he said, as he raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Not a single thing," I gulped.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I don't even know where to start Chubs. Last night was certainly eventful," he chuckled, as his eyes shone with amusement.

"Just spit it out, Ethan, and tell me what I did already," I snapped.

"Okay, Okay," he laughed.

"Well, to sum it up, you get really horny when you're high Chubs. Like ridiculously fucking horny," he chuckled.

And that ladies and gentleman was when I felt a part of my soul wither and die.

I didn't even know how to respond to a statement like that, so I just stared at him, completely and utterly dumbstruck.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot," he said as his eyes twinkled with mischief. Without another word, he jumped off the bed and grabbed a piece of paper from the desk. He walked back over to me with a smile.

"Luckily for you, I took it upon myself to comprise a list of all the embarrassing things you did," he said as he handed it over to me with a smirk.

I glared at him, before snatching the paper out of his hand. As I read down the list, my face grew hotter and hotter, as my embarrassment swallowed me alive. The things that were written on the list were worse than the stuff of nightmares. I'm almost glad I couldn't remember this disastrous night.

After some time, I finally got enough guts to look up at him. I chuckled harshly. "Cool, so I essentially assaulted you," I joked, even though I found little to no humor in the situation.

His eyes softened. "No, of course, you didn't you were just...you were just..." he paused as he struggled to find the right words. "Very into me," he said, as a massive smirk spread out over his face.

I growled in annoyance and grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him. He was such a jerk. How could he make fun of me at a time like this? I winced as an image came to mind of what I probably looked like when I was throwing myself at him.

"Ethan, what did you do when I came on to you?" I asked curiously.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I stopped you," he swallowed. "Well eventually anyway, I might have maybe kissed you back, for a teeny-tiny second, but that was it, I swear," he said as his eyes blazed with guilt.

"You don't have to feel bad, its a reflex, I guess," I shrugged dismissively.

Then my eyes drew down to his neck, which I noticed had a large red hickey on it. "Shit, did I give you that?"

He looked down in confusion, and then he blushed when he saw what I was talking about.

"Yeah, I forgot to put that on the list..." he mumbled awkwardly.

"God, I've done a lot of embarrassing shit. But this." I scoffed. "This is a whole new level," I groaned as I buried my hands in my face.

Ethan just silently crawled on to the bed beside me and wrapped an arm around me in comfort. "Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed, you did all that shit when you were high. You wouldn't have done it otherwise," he laughed.

I kept quiet as he said that, knowing the cookies weren't entirely to blame. My stupid crush on him was also to blame. It was honestly a miracle; I hadn't blurted out my secret.

"Wait, did you sleep in here last night?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, but at the desk, don't worry," he explained with a soft smile. I hadn't noticed until now, but he had clear bags under his eyes, indicating he probably didn't get much sleep. I felt guilty, knowing it was kind of my fault.

I gave him a soft grateful smile and nestled my head on to his shoulder.

"Thanks, Ethan," I whispered.

He brushed away the hair from my face and smiled down at me. "No problem."

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