Regrets ; a.i

Interrogation

"Oh my god, Ethan, stop!" I shriek and run away from him, our laughter filling the house as he chases me around my house with a wooden spoon in his hands. We had been trying to bake something in the kitchen and I had instructed him to get a measuring cup and instead he got distracted by grabbing the wooden spoon and jokingly smacking my butt with it.

"And why should I stop?" He chuckles and keeps chasing after me.

I laugh more before I stop in my place, spin on my heel and look at him. He also stops running but keeps slowly advancing towards me, taking one step at a time, each slower than the next.

"Maybe because if you don't I'll refuse to... I don't know, kiss you?" I question. Ethan and I have been dating for a little bit now but we haven't really been that touchy or intimate, sometimes I wonder if he just doesn't want to do anything with me or if he's actually trying to take this relationship really slow.

Ethan smirks and walks right up to me, he taps the spoon on my nose. I scrunch my nose then pout, sticking my bottom lip out and looking up at him with my big green eyes. He smiles with his adorable smile, wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me roughly forward so I stumble right into his chest.

"You really think you could do that?" He grins.

My cheeks flush pink and I glance away before I lick my lips and stare directly into his blue eyes. I hummed and brought my face right close to his. "I know I could," I whisper. His grip around me tightens and our breathes mix as we stand so close and so still.

"I'd like to see you try," he smirks right before he connects our lips. His soft lips eagerly attacked mine and he slips his tongue into my mouth.

I kiss him back and god he is a really good kisser, but I didn't feel my heart race or my stomach twist into knots. Maybe that was a good thing? But I like being kissed and to have that feeling that I'm so lost in the kiss and the way it effects my whole body that I never want to let go, where I feel like I'm clouds that are spinning in circles and the touch on my skin gives me goosebumps. But I don't feel that much with Ethan, sometimes I do, but it isn't vivid or intense as it was with... him.

I pull away from the kiss and we both smile. Don't get me wrong, I like Ethan and I really like kissing him but if I had to refuse to kiss him I feel like I could because he doesn't give me that intoxicating feeling I've been craving for so long.

"Guess who's here!" Reagan's voice yells as the door flies open.

Ethan and I both look over, his arms still wrapped around me and our chest pressed together.

Reagan raises an eyebrow and looks at us both with a grin, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything here," she giggles before she walks right into my house and Luke follows behind her.

"Luke," my tone was complete shock and I broke away from Ethan's touch and I heard him sigh softly beside me.

His eyes flicker over everyone but he smiles and nods. "Yeah, hey Jen, Ethan. Hope you don't mind I tagged along today," his eyes drift over to Reagan who's frowning at her phone.

"No, it's fine," I smile and he smiles back.

"The only thing she minds is the fact that we might've interrupted something," Reagan snickers under her breath and Luke chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "The only thing I mind is -"

"You know what I just thought of!" Reagan chirped, cutting me right off half way through my sentence. That's one of the only things I mind.

"What?" Ethan answers calmly.

"How sorry I am for Owen, I mean imagine how many times he's had to have dealt with interrupting Jen well whatever intimate thing she was doing. Or how many times he's had to have dealt with her having sex while he was in the same house. I feel sorry for the little guy," she shrugs and I gave her face.