"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Ethan asked in concern. He walked over to me and took a seat beside me by the edge of the bed.

We had come back from dinner over an hour ago, and we were supposed to be getting ready for bed, but I had been staring off into space. I couldn't stop thinking about my conversation with April. Her threat kept reverberating back and forth in my mind.

I'll get him to sleep with me by the end of the year, that's a promise.

I knew I shouldn't be worried because Ethan would never hurt me, but the way she said it, really stuck with me. She sounded so sure.

"Yeah, of course, I'm alright, why'd you ask?" I replied smoothly.

"I don't know, you've just been weirdly quiet since you talked to April. What did you guys even talk about?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing important, just girl stuff," I lied.

There was no way I was going to tell Ethan the truth. If I told him, I knew he would be mean to her, and that's the last thing she needed. I still felt like I could get through to her with some more time.

"Ooo girly stuff, how intriguing, tell me more," he teased.

"You're such an idiot," I laughed as I whacked him with my pillow.

"Okay, fine, keep your precious secrets," he chuckled. He got up off the bed and walked over to his suitcase.

I was just about to look away, but then I started to choke in shock, startled by the sight before my eyes. He was stripping. Repeat, Ethan Blythe, was stripping off his clothes in front of me!

Mesmerized, I watched as he grabbed the hem of his top and slid it effortlessly over the sculpted muscles of his back. Acres of his goldenly tanned skin came into view, and I suddenly felt warm all over.

I gulped. I knew I should look away and give him some privacy, but I just couldn't. And besides, he was mine now, so there was no real harm in me looking.

He moved his hands to the buckle of his jeans, and before I could stop myself, a sharp gasp escaped my lips.

Ethan turned around and arched an eyebrow up at me. "Have I got a peeping tom?" he smirked.

"Well, what do you expect when you start stripping yourself in front of me?" I yelled.

He smiled evilly, "Yeah, I know it's part of my plan," he winked.

"Your plan?" I questioned.

"Yeah, if I flaunt my body around, you'll soften up and crawl into my bed tonight," he slyly smirked.

I gaped at him in shock. "You cheeky little bastard. You know what, just for that, I won't," I snapped defiantly.

His eyes lit up with challenge. Without breaking eye contact, he started to undo the buttons of his jeans slowly, tantalizingly. I tried my best to keep my focus on his eyes to show he wasn't affecting me, but fuck was he affecting me.

I found my eyes involuntarily dropping low. He dropped his jeans to the ground, leaving him only in his sexy black boxer briefs, which hung low on his hips. Very low.

I swallowed as I took in the entire length of his body. I slowly made my way down, starting with his pecs, then his abs, before finally following his deep V-line all the way down to his-

Yeah, I was definitely fucked.

I cleared my throat nervously, and with much difficulty finally dragged my eyes away from his...from his...yeah you get what I'm saying.

I got up off the bed and took the long way around the room to get to my suitcase. I kept my eyes low to the ground the whole way there and quickly grabbed my pajamas. Then I legged it to the bathroom, but I didn't get very far before I came to an abrupt stop.

Ethan stood before me and was blocking my way.

I groaned, feeling incredibly frustrated. It was like he was trying to drive me crazy or something.

"For Christ's sake, Ethan, put some fucking clothes on," I yelled in exasperation as I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

That was really the last thing I wanted him to do, but I refused to let him win, and seduce me into getting what he wanted.

I was a stubborn bitch, goddammit!

He scratched his chin in consideration. "Nah, I think I'm good. I feel quite comfortable like this. Hope you don't mind," he sang with a knowing grin.

I could practically hear my inner resolve crying.

"You're a bully" I snapped in irritation before I quickly side-stepped him and walked past him.

I didn't get far before he grabbed me by my waist and spun me back around, so I was facing him once more. He was extremely close to me, to an almost painful degree. It took everything in me not to jump him there and then because god, did I want to.

"Are you sure you want to change in the bathroom? I quite fancy a strip shop myself," he whispered suggestively, as he gave me a slow, tortuous once-over.

The way he was looking at me had my heart practically doing cartwheels, but I was far too stubborn to just fall to his trap.

With the last remaining shred of self-control I had, I stood on my toes and brushed my lips against his ear.

"In your dreams," I whispered breathily.

I pulled away with a smirk and strutted my way past him and to the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door, I heard him growl in frustration.

"It's not cool to tease, Chubs," he yelled angrily. I just chuckled.

Once I had changed into my pajamas, I entered back into the room. Ethan had tucked himself up into bed with his covers obscuring the lower half of his body. It made him look like he could be naked, and a small part of me wished that he was.

Who am I kidding? A large part of me wished that he was.

He lifted his head as I came in, and his eyes locked on mine. The look he gave me was hungry. It was the kind of look a predator might give before devouring its prey. His eyes tauntingly dropped down the length of my body, and he tilted his head, so he could get a better look.

I cleared my throat nervously and pulled on the hem of my shorts, hoping that they'd magically grow longer. I wouldn't have picked them if I knew I was going to be rooming with Mr hormonal over here. After an excruciatingly long time, he finally drew his eyes back up to mine.

"Are you okay, Chubs? You look a little flushed," he asked innocently. I could hear the mischief in his tone, proving he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah, absolutely fine," I said as casually as I could, but my voice came out way too tight to be believable. Every fiber of my body was screaming for me to dive into his bed with him, but I didn't.

Instead, I climbed into my cold and lonely bed. I reached over to the bedside table and turned off the light before settling myself down.

As seconds ticked by, I felt more and more on edge.

I was wide awake, and I wasn't even close to falling asleep. And I never, ever struggle to sleep. For some reason, my mind wouldn't let me forget that Ethan and his sexy body were only a small distance away from me. I shuffled around desperately to try and find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to feel quite right.

I was going insane!

Finally, I turned around and faced Ethan's bed. I cracked open an eyelid to have a peek at him. And guess what? The little bastard was fast asleep.

I hate him!

How does he get to sleep peacefully after torturing me to the point of insomnia?

"Fuck you, Ethan," I muttered under my breath.

In anger, I ripped back my covers and climbed out of my bed. I tiptoed over to his bed, slowly peeled back his covers, and slid into the bed beside him. I was trying my best not to wake him up. The last thing I needed was him to wake up and gloat.

I was going to ensure he never found out I slept here. Since I naturally wake up quite early, I could sneak back to my bed in the morning, and he'd never have to know I caved.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, Ethan flipped his body around fast, scaring me half to death. His eyes were wide open and sparkled with amusement.

I let out a long sigh as I realized he had been pretending to be asleep this whole time. He smirked.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he whispered.

"I just felt sorry for you, that's all," I lied, in an attempt to protect my dignity.

His eyes lit up in amusement. "Did you now?" he said as he propped his head upon his elbow.

"Yup," I stated confidently.

"Well that's strange, I believe I heard a lot of shuffling over there. You sounded pretty restless to me...," he drawled. "It was almost as though your mind was consumed by a certain someone," he proposed, with a knowing look in his eyes.

"I..er..," I stuttered out nervously as I struggled to think of a quick lie.

The smirk on his face grew even larger. "Also, I'm pretty sure I heard you say, 'Fuck me, Ethan' right before you jumped into my bed. Is that what you want me to do, Mia? Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

The words sounded incredibly sexy coming out of his mouth, and my cheeks heated up like crazy.

I took a deep breath in and out to compose myself.

"That's not what I said, and you know it. I said, Fuck YOU, Ethan," I corrected.

Ethan laughed, clearly getting a kick out of humiliating me.

"Don't be embarrassed Chubs, I'd love to fuck you," he whispered.

I groaned in annoyance and kicked him underneath the covers.

"Ouch, Chubs. I wouldn't have invited you in if I knew you were just going to abuse me," he pouted.

"Well, stop being mean to me, and I'll stop," I hissed.

"Okay fine, I'll stop making fun of you." he chuckled.

"For good?" I asked as I widened my eyes in surprise.

"Oh, fuck no, only for tonight," he snorted.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I hate you," I snapped before I flipped back around, so I was facing away from him and closed my eyes.

Just as I felt myself about to drift off, I felt his arms snake around my waist and pull me firmly back against him. He snuggled his chin into the crook of my neck and placed a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

"I love you," he whispered.

I felt a giddy smile spread itself on to my face, and I shuffled back, so I sat deeper in his arms.

"And I love you too," I whispered.

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