𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋

𝐟 𝐨 𝐮 𝐫

I fumbled with my jumper trying to get it to disconnect from his bracelet, but it just wasn't working. The fact that he was looking at me was adding more pressure on me and I swear you could see me sweating.

At this point, he opens his legs, the man spreading with me in between him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something inside right now. I still continued to attempt to unravel my jumper, but it was either break my jumper or likely damage his bracelet, and I didn't like both ideas.

Without hesitation, Ethan wakes up and tries to unravel it himself, removing my hands with his bony masculine hands, leaving me speechless with my hands by my side. I hate how he does that to me. Makes me feel nervous, intimated and i hardly even know him, just the rumours.

Oh Ethan Harrows got with bla yesterday. Ethan Harrows did that. Nobody actually knows him, well maybe his two friends, but he is a mystery.

We're inches away from each other , him towering over me-and I can smell his beautiful cologne again, the smell just crawling inside my nose.

My boobs are just grazing his upper body, not even his chest since this man was towering over me, and I was 5,5. Not tall or short.

He tries fiddling with it as well, trying to break it loose, but nothing's working.

I sigh audibly, putting my head in my hands as another awkward situation has just occurred, and I see him smile.

Not just a grin or a forced smile — a real full tooth, reaches his eyes smile and let me tell you it was beautiful. He was beautiful.

I can't help but smile as well, as it is the type of smile that makes everyone around you happy as well. "Do you find this entertaining, Ethan." I say as I am over here stressed out, and the man is smiling. Nice sight though.

"Yes, if I'm being honest." He says, keeping a smile on his face.

"Well, I'm glad I'm amusing you, but I really am stuck." I say with a tinge of annoyance, but at this point I'm just fed up, and it is just my luck.

"Maybe if you watched where you were going, you would've walked straight and not straight into me." He says whilst smirking in a tone that is saying I did it on purpose.

"Well, obviously I didn't plan for this to happen, I was just looking at my feet." I say, defending myself with my eyebrows raised like I'm the most innocent person ever.

"Okay, Sinclair." The way he says my second name is like he's biting into it, like he's tasting it in his mouth, makes me wish everyone else called my by my second name.

Hold on. Why am I enjoying the little things he does. He's attractive, but I don't feel attraction to him.And how many times am i going to call him attractive?

I can't even dive into my thoughts more as Ethan spins me around, sits me on the chair he was on as he pulls a chair with his feet closer and sits on that chair.

All that happened in the space of 5 seconds and i just sat gobsmacked.

After i regained my tongue i spoke.

"So..." I say elongating the word, as I have no idea what we are going to do now. Even though I do have 2 other jumpers, it's just a waste ripping one when I know this situation shouldn't be as deep as it is.

"Let's just cut it." He says, like it is the most obvious answer. It is but.

"But my jumper!" I say like the option is offending me.

"I would rather your jumper be ripped
than my silver bracelet broken, darling."

Darling. I'm gone. It rolled off his tongue like he was used to it, like it just came easily to him.