Unraveled (Enemies to Lovers / 18+)

33

ethan
PRESENT DAY

I'm in trouble.

I haven't let myself feel anything stronger than lust for another person since Samantha. Partially because I was afraid to hurt again and partially because I wanted to punish myself for ever hurting someone who I claimed as my first real love. Fear took the reins in my love life before I could, leaving me as nothing but a shell for any partner I've had since.

How is it that the one girl I swore off for life, the girl who callously ripped my first love away, the girl who second handedly made me the literal shell I've become — how is it that she is the one who's making me question it all? She is making me feel things I haven't felt since Samantha.

Admittedly, she might be making me feel more.

The longing stares filled with admiration from across the dinner table amidst our oblivious friends, the playful eye rolls when I flirt shamelessly with her, the neediness of her hands as they pull me close by an article of clothing, the late nights we stay up and talk while selfishly touching each other until we fall asleep, all of it has my mind completely warped.

I'm suddenly questioning our intentions with each other during the moments she's still asleep and I can't shut off my restless mind. As I watch her sleep peacefully beside me and as my fingers mindlessly brush over her face or her neck or her shoulder because I just can't seem to get enough of her, I fantasize what life would be like when we're home. I think of her coming to my place, wearing my clothes, kissing me in the doorway and me selfishly needing more, more, and more as I pull her back to my room to take everything she's willing to give, only to give it all back and then some. I think of her asking me about my day and me about hers, looking forward to the way her voice softens when she feels sorry for me and the way her eyes sparkle when she's proud of something I've done.

I want it all, and I want it badly. We're moving in the right direction, but something possesses me to speed things up. To make a statement. To show her that I'm serious about this, and I'll prove to the both of us that we were stupid and ignorant for the last few years of our lives. I'll make it up to her for the both of us, though I know she'll do the same.

While I figure out how I want to convey all of that to her, I selfishly pin her against the door with my hips and mouth on a warm Saturday evening just moments before we're expected to meet downstairs for Anthony's bachelor party. We were actually told to be downstairs by eight-thirty, but Regan's dress gave me other ideas. It's the same tight black one she wore the very first night we had sex, the one that had me do a complete one-eighty on her because of how fucking good she looked.

Tonight is no exception.

Despite her biting my bottom lip and sinking her nails into my shoulders, she's softly whispering, "We're going to be late."

She's conflicted. Her body jolts into mine when I push myself against her, forcing her to feel how hard she makes me. She'd stay in this room with me all night if she could, and I would with her. But unfortunately this is a commitment we can't get out of.

"You know I don't care about that," my hands selfishly run over her sides. I'm seconds from playing sick so I can stay back and spend all night inside of her, next to her, around her.

She gasps. "Ethan."

My lips move over her neck and beneath her ear, sucking and biting her hot skin. "I maybe would have cared a little more, except you had to wear this fucking dress. You're killing me, Regan."

Her moans leave me breathless and unfocused for a few seconds. Her body clinging closer to mine snaps me back though, and I press warm, wet kisses against her.