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Chapter 24 I want you to feel what I felt

[This chapter contains sexual contents]

As I hurried out, feeling foolish and frustrated that Ethan seemed unfazed, I muttered to myself about wasting my time. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a firm grip around my waist, pulling me into a secluded spot. I was pinned against him, and a familiar scent enveloped me—it was Ethan.

"Was it fun?" he whispered with a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. "Playing games like that?"

"Why, are you jealous?" I shot back.

"You could've just used a clever line instead of touching him," he replied, his tone tinged with accusation.

"Why does it matter to you? And stop being so dramatic; I didn't touch him like that," I retorted.

"But your touch still caused trouble for him," Ethan insisted, his voice firm.

I recalled the moment I lightly touched his knee, intentionally lingering to catch Ethan's attention. "That was smooth," Janice remarked before I withdrew my hand. Ralph placed a pillow on his lap and leaned over to spin the bottle. "Goodness," I muttered under my breath, "why do men get aroused so easily with just a touch?"

"Not a big deal anyway," I quickly added.

"Do you ever wonder how it feels to leave things unfinished?" he asked in his deep, husky voice. Memories of last night flooded back—his wet kisses had left me undeniably aroused.

Fuck.

"I'm not involved anymore," I asserted, trying to distance myself. His jealousy was palpable; I could sense it in the air as he approached, sending a shiver down my spine. His closeness made my heart race, his warm breath grazing my skin. This time, however, he didn't hold back. I felt his hand, once on my waist, sliding down to my belly.

"What are you—" I began, but my words faltered as his touch sent a powerful sensation through me. "Stop, please," I managed to stammer, but it was too late.

Oh no.

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was inside my pants. Where was my voice when I needed it most? My mind battled with my body; I was already vulnerable, and his touch near my most intimate area was weakening my resolve to resist.

"U-uh," my voice caught in my throat, sending a shiver down his spine. I nervously bit my lower lip, desperately trying to stifle any noise. He smirked knowingly, his tousled hair brushing against my cheek as his lips traced a path along my neck. His warm breath sent tingles down my spine, his body pressed intimately against mine, his hand moving down...

"Ah, E-Ethan, stop," I pleaded, but he paid no heed, clearly enjoying my vulnerability. I struggled to maintain composure, though it felt impossible.

Why couldn't I make him stop? Why was I letting this happen? What was he doing to me!?

My mind became a haze as I struggled to process the situation unfolding before me. My voice hitched, sending a strange pleasure through him as he whispered softly in my ear, "Like that? That's what you do to me." In that moment, I hadn't anticipated things would escalate to such complexity. The kiss had ignited something wild within us both, leaving me torn between maintaining distance and yielding to desire. I had tried to resist, hadn't I? I wanted to push him away, yet I yearned for him to draw nearer, to embrace me.

Opening my eyes, I found myself lying on the bed, my breath coming harder as I replayed the recent events in my mind. Just thinking about it aroused me, though I longed to forget. Each memory of his touch sent shivers down to my core, his caress lingering, making me ache with desire.

After summoning all my resolve, I pushed him firmly, causing him to withdraw his hand. Leaning against the opposite wall, he observed me, his breathing heavier now. With a smirk, he remained rooted in place.

"T-Tell me honestly, are you jealous?" I managed to ask, my words finally steady.

"I'm not," he replied immediately, without hesitation. His quick response irritated me, prompting me to press further.

"Then why do you care if he got turned on or not?" I demanded, waiting for his answer.

After a brief pause, he spoke again. "Maybe I am," he admitted.

"What?" I was taken aback by his unexpected confession.

"Jealous," he repeated, stepping closer but still maintaining a distance from me.

"No, don't come any closer," I warned instinctively.

"Because you're mine. I don't want others to see you that way," he explained softly. His words left me speechless.

"What you do to me just by looking at me like that... You don't know," I murmured, unable to find a suitable response to his intense declaration.

I shot him a piercing glare and quickly averted my eyes. His demeanor had shifted, no longer friendly; now he seemed imposing, almost like a stern authority figure. His gaze made me feel vulnerable, as though I needed to escape whenever he drew near. It felt like an unwinnable battle each time he approached.

I never expected to see this side of him; the evening still held some light, but his presence cast a shadow over it. I desperately wanted to keep him at a distance, yet, part of me longed for him to draw closer, to embrace me passionately as if there were no tomorrow.

My mind warned me sternly, cautioning against falling for him, predicting dire consequences. But my heart pleaded for one more time, insisting everything would be okay. Caught between these conflicting impulses, I found myself torn.

I glanced at his lips briefly, then diverted my gaze back to the ground. He stood before me, neither too close nor too far, quietly observing me. I tried not to acknowledge him, but his presence was palpable, freezing me in place once again. Finally, I dared to look up from the ground.

Kiss me.

I longed for his lips on mine, but once again, I suppressed the desire. As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me in my tracks. "That's it?" he asked. I turned back to face him, puzzled. Leaning against the wall, he continued, "I want you to feel what I felt."

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Rolling onto my bed, I grabbed a pillow in frustration. "What the heck is wrong with me?" I berated myself aloud. "Why did I stay calm? Why didn't I say something? Why didn't I push him away before he could even try to touch me? Nina, what the hell?"

I smacked myself lightly and sat back down, then lay down again, feeling lost. I was trying so hard to act normal, but the effort only made things more difficult.

"Why did I let him do that?" I whispered in frustration. But a part of me, a quieter inner voice, whispered back, "Because it felt so good. It felt so right."