Ethan Grant Dolan Imagines

Stressed

Y/N ~ Your Name

Your POV

*Just a FYI you and Ethan were still best friends at the time*

I took a photoshoot with this new photographer and she was such a bitch.

She was so rude and demanding. It was stressing me out, so much I wanted to cry, of anger.

I drove home blasting the music in the car.

I angrily looked for my apartment door keys and opened it.

Ethan was sitting on the couch on his phone.

I sat in a chair slumping in it covering my face with my hands.

"Hey Y/N." Ethan says.

"Sup." I sigh.

"What's wrong." He says.

"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine." Sounding annoyed.

"Alright then." He says.

Damn, does he really think I'm okay right now.

I went to my room, about to change out of these tight ass clothes.

I closed the door taking off my shirt while walking to my closet next to the door.

Then it barged open. With Ethan standing beside the doorframe.

"I've should've done this a long time ago." He says licking his lips and staring at my shirtless self.

He smashes his lips onto mine passionately kissing me.

I kiss back because I've been waiting for this for so long.

He slides his shirt off showing his beautifully tanned abs.

He smirks.

He pushed me on the bed and kiss my jaw..

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Lol, honestly. I don't even know anymore.

But thanks for reading. And as always.

Peace!