(13) Sandy Beaches: PT. 2

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[cover by SmileEveryDay12]

*Chloe's POV*

After waking up at five this morning and taking almost twelve hours to get to Florida, Ethan and I finally arrive around five in the evening. He told me the party starts around eight so we have a few hours to get ready and go out to dinner or something.

I throw my bag on Ethan's bed as we enter his dorm. I smile when he wraps his muscular arms around me into a warm hug. The smell of his cologne rushes through my sense of smell.

"You look really pretty today," he smiles down at me as I pull away.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I jab my elbow into his stomach, gently of course. He smirks and pokes me in the side, instantly making giggles erupt from my mouth.

"Ethan, stop!" I hate being tickled but I can't help but laugh at him poking and grabbing at my sides.

"But what ever for the reason shall I stop tickling you?" He speaks in a British accent and I furrow my eyebrows together.

"Why the hell did you just turn into a British man?" I laugh in his face and he shakes his head.

"I was watching this movie last night that had a British guy in it and now I can't get his voice out of my head." He laughs goofily and I can't help but to feel my heart grow with happiness.

I have to admit, him calling and apologizing yesterday was highly unexpected but I'm proud of him for trying to fix the problem and stop us from breaking up.

"How lovely," I speak in a British accent as well and he smirks at me.

"Not quite as lovely as you, dearest." He rests his hands on my hips and I can feel my temperature rising.

"Why, Mr. Lewis! I am ever so delighted to hear such a thing!" I giggle and grab his hands, intertwining our fingers.

"Who is Mr. Lewis?" Ethan asks, confused.

"He's a British author. He wrote The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe."

"Oh, okay. So if I'm Mr. Lewis who are you?"

"I can be Jane Austen," I laugh a little louder than intended and he shakes his head.

"Jane is not a suitable name for you," he retorts and I gasp dramatically.

"But my name shall be Jane! I have a terribly pretty face for it, don't you agree?" I speak softly in the British accent.

"I think that Chlo is a better name than Jane." He leans closer to me. "Chlo is easier and much better to moan out," he whispers in my ear and I can feel my stomach drop in nervousness.

"Is that so?" I try to speak loud enough for just us to hear.

"Yes ma'am," he murmurs against my neck, trailing his lips against my skin slowly.

"Ethan-"

"Woah! Hey," Ethan's roommate throws the door open and in walks her boyfriend behind her. Ethan steps away from me in order to face them.

"Nothing was going on!" Ethan says nervously.

"Something was about to, though." Oliver smirks at Ethan. Are they buddies now?

"Nah. Anyways, Chloe you remember Sydney right?" Ethan speaks up and I nod at her. How could I forgot Sydney.

"Did you dye your hair!? It looks so good!" She squeals and I nod again, thanking her.

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