Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter Sixteen - Ethan's POV

Trying hard not to smile too wildly, I turned my head to catch another sneaky look at Mia, who was sat beside me on her sofa.

 Instead of kicking me out as she likely should have since I well, broke into her house and everything, Mia had kindly asked me to stay with her to keep her company. Okay, fine, maybe she didn't ask, and maybe, I might have begged to stay. But details aside, I now had her officially alone and cuddled up beside me on the sofa. 

So, it was basically a date.

Giving her a once-over, I smiled softly as I watched her stare concentratedly at the screen. She was wearing shorts now, to my disappointment, but their presence didn't seem to make her any less distracting. And even more distractingly, a little while ago, she had randomly decided to drape her long, tan legs all over my lap.

 Despite the fact it almost caused me to go into cardiac arrest, I made absolutely no move to shove her off. It abided by my golden rule in life: If Mia willingly touches you, you should shut up, enjoy it, and don't ask any damn question. So, if Mia wanted to rest her sexy-ass legs all over me, I sure as hell wasn't about to complain.

Realizing I've probably been staring too long, I let my eyes drift back to the TV screen. Once I took in the sight, my eyes immediately dullened. Damon fucking Salvatore was on the screen because being the whipped prick I was, I'd let Mia bully me into watching vampire diaries with her.

 Pathetic, I know, but what could I do if it made her happy. And besides, it wasn't entirely terrible; it was fun to watch them go on violent killing sprees...

Rolling my eyes, I watched as Damon-the-fucking-show-off, pulled off his shirt.

"Ugh, Damon is so fucking hot. The stupid main character doesn't realize how lucky she is to have someone as sexy as him fawn all over her," I heard Mia mutter out in a long dramatic sigh.

The second her words landed the air, I legitimately felt like I'd been slapped in the face and jerked my head her way to shoot her a nasty look. Then feeling childish, I shoved her legs off my lap, causing her to nearly swing right off the sofa. 

Letting out a shaky gasp, she caught herself on the armrest before turning back to me with a scowl. "Hey! What the hell is your problem, Ethan? That's no way to treat a sick person!" She huffed. 

Keeping a scowl on my face, I narrowed my eyes. "Well, maybe, Damon can be your footrest," I threw back rudely, speaking his name as though it was venom. "Besides, he's not even good-looking. You have shit taste in guys," I muttered with a scoff.

Mia, clearly thinking I was an idiot, rolled her eyes at me before dumping her legs back into my lap once more.

Despite the fact the action gave me butterflies, I glanced down at her legs, then back at her before raising a quizzical brow.

"I'm not taking them off, so get over it," she snapped. 

My lips twitched a little at her words, finding myself annoyingly turned on by her bossiness.

"Also, I don't have shit taste in guys, thank you very much," she added on. 

Annoyance washed through my chest at her words before I slowly remembered something that made me smirk a little. "Fair point, you did admit that you thought I was the most attractive guy in the room when we played 'Truth or Dare," I chuckled, unable to stop my growing smile. It was a memory that I knew I'd never forget. 

Mia froze a little at my words, and her eyes drifted a little, making her look visibly uncomfortable. But then, at once, she seemed to pull herself together to look over me in an almost bored-like manner.