If I learned anything in the last few hours it was the one simple fact that kissing Ethan Cushing was addicting. He and I were supposed to be doing homework in my bedroom, but here we were, sticking our tongues down each other's throats.

I couldn't get enough of how good he tasted. The euphoria I experienced at the way our lips molded and moved together in a feverish rhythm was taking away my sanity.

The sound of my heartbeat was too loud in my ears, and so was our combined breathing in the room. There was barely time to breathe, let alone think. Both of us were panting yet we didn't plan on quitting any time soon.

Ethan deepened our kiss, again and again, his fingers tangled in my hair, brushing it back from my face while he used his weight to trap me under him. I let my hands roam around his shoulders to his back, feeling every muscle flex each time our bodies rocked together.

I was enjoying every second of it, especially when he kept pressing his hips into mine until I could notice the growing situation in his shorts. The fact that he was getting hard because of me had me feral.

Feeling the rush of feelings I fisted my hands in the material of his shirt. A grunt escaped me and he took that as a cue to pin my hands over my head. Soon, my blood began to flow south.

With his free hand, Ethan reached inside my sweatpants and I gasped in response when he gave me a light squeeze. He seemed amused by my reaction, his heavy, lidded green eyes were set on me as if he was studying my every move.

I began to feel embarrassed and tried to look away, but his sudden grip on my jaw prevented that from happening.

"Don't do that," he commanded sweetly.

Obediently, I did as told and Ethan snaked his hand back down to touch me again. He shot me an assuring smile as he stroked my length making me harder than I already was.

Lust took over me, I found myself leaning up to lock our lips again. I kissed him with all my passion and he returned it with the same amount of intensity. It was the most sensual kiss we had ever shared.

"Want to try something more fun?" Ethan asked after he pulled away, gasping breathlessly.

"Did you lock the door?" I suddenly felt the need to ask.

Ethan scoffed at my answer. "We would've been caught long ago if I didn't."

"Just making sure," I replied. "What do you want to do?"

Ethan had no intention to explain. All he did was to plead with his eyes as they asked me to trust him. I was nervous since I had never done the stuff he was suggesting before, but I believed in him completely; so I nodded.

I decided to take a risk and was glad I did because Ethan had unlocked a whole new feeling I never knew existed in me. What I experienced after was beyond amazing and blissful.

"You okay?" I heard Ethan ask. It took me a moment to process the question as I was still recovering from what happened.

I propped myself up on my elbows to meet his satisfied grin. I swear I would never forget the sight of Ethan kneeling between my legs, looking up at me, while caressing my thighs to calm me from my high.

"What in the sweet frickety fuck," I burst out laughing and he joined me. I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Told you it's gonna be fun," he smirked.

"More like intense," I added, widening my eyes for emphasis.

Ethan did not say more, but he was still smirking, which left me feeling flustered. I, therefore, grabbed his face and pulled him up for a quick kiss. His lips tasted different this time and I bet it was because of me.

"You taste just as I'd imagined by the way," Ethan admitted. "Just how I like it."

Trying not to combust from the sheer giddy joy, I pulled my pants up and began to fix myself. "Should I return the favor?"

Ethan shook his head. "I already got what I wanted."

"Okay, now we have to get back to finishing our homework," I urged and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll just have to wash my mouth first," Ethan said with a teasing smile, getting to his feet and going to the bathroom.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and immediately my eyes fall on my phone. Since yesterday, I had developed a habit of checking my email each hour hoping I would get an update about my essay.

I even fantasized about getting a call from Mr. Gilisnky congratulating me, but all that was only in my head. I checked the notification bar again and sighed in disappointment. It was getting pathetic at this point.

"Nothing yet?" Ethan asked soon as he saw me looking through my phone. I didn't realize he was already out.

"Nope," I simply huffed.

Ethan plopped down beside me, on the edge of the bed, reaching his hand out to graze his thumb over my cheek. "Don't be too stressed about it."

"I know," I agreed. "He at least could've responded to one of my texts. I know he read all of them."

"Teachers always do that."

I groaned. "Am I too pushy? I think I'm being too pushy. What if I annoyed him and he hates m—"

"Hey, stop spiraling," Ethan cut off my rambling. "The reason he hasn't replied yet is that he's probably lost all his fingers in his fat ass."

"You're a comedian now, huh?" I replied with a deadpan expression.

"One of my many talents."

Ethan ruffled my hair quickly before the sounds of approaching footsteps made him turn his gaze toward the door.

The two of us jumped apart when the door was flung open with so much force the knob slammed against the wall with a bang. Olivia was standing in the doorway with the biggest smile on her face. A smile that was scarier than pumpkin carvings on Halloween.

"What do you want, psycho?" I grumbled, already sick of her presence.

"I'm not here for you, shitface," she retorted, not even bothering to look in my direction.

Ethan let out a small, breathy chuckle at our sibling interaction. He was enjoying this, wasn't he?

"How's it going, emo princess?"

"My day just got a lot better now that you are here, E," Olivia told him.

My sister was batting her eyelashes in a flirtatious way. And she was, surprisingly, wearing make-up. The girl never wore make-up inside the house.

"You're not trying to make me blush, are you?" Ethan replied with a similar playful smile and I felt like throwing up what I ate.

Ugh, so depressing.

"Why are you here?" I spat.

"Actually, our mom," Olivia paused for dramatic effect. "Sorry, your future mother-in-law wants to know if you would like to stay for dinner, E."

How do I stop my sister from embarrassing herself because it was getting excruciatingly painful to watch?

"That would be nice. It's pasta night, right?" Ethan glanced over at me for confirmation and I winked in return.

"Tell your mom I've been craving her chickpea pasta for weeks."

Olivia's eyebrows shot up after hearing his comment on our mom's cooking. "Is that your favorite pasta?"

"The only best one," Ethan replied almost immediately.

"The Italians hate you, just so you know," I butted in and he gave me a strange look.

Olivia casually walked in, uninvited, and pushed herself between me and Ethan. I was trying not to let her behavior get to me but she was getting on my nerves.

"I'll learn to cook it for you!" she exclaimed, latching onto Ethan's arm like a small child to her stuffed toy.

"Might as well alert the authority in advance," I whispered not too quietly.

Ethan looked pleased by Olivia's enthusiasm to impress him, his gentle smile cracking into a smirk. "Already can tell it's going to be delicious."

"Oh, you stop it, E. Now you're making me blush." Olivia reacted by lightly hitting his hand.

"I like making you blush though," he sweetly replied.

What was going on?

"Seriously, I could use a gun to put in my mouth right now," I snapped at both of them.

Olivia was unfazed as usual, looking at me through the corner of her eye whereas Ethan got a bit surprised. I figured he would stop entertaining her conversation or say something about my little outburst however he overlooked my words.

"You look pretty today," he carried on their exchange after a moment as his green eyes briefly jumped from Olivia's face to mine.

"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. Have you been bulking up?"

As if she didn't already know. Ethan always bulking up for football season as he has been doing it for years.

"Yeah," he replied, instinctively squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest. "Just trying to be as big as possible."

"What else is big?" Olivia asked and my jaw dropped quicker than a stripper on a pole.

Ethan lost his words hearing her reply that the only thing he could do was laugh awkwardly.

"Alright, that's it, get going now. You have a church service to attend." I grabbed my sister by the arm as I lead her towards the door and then out of the room.

"Someone's getting possessive," she said menacingly to my face before I slammed the door on her.

I released a sigh I had been holding for a while and turned to Ethan who was watching me with delighted eyes.

"I thought you locked the door," I complained but he only shrugged.

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