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WARNING; I WROTE THIS LAST NIGHT @ 2 AM SO THIS IS A BADLY WRITTEN UPDATE, OKAY? I'LL PROBABLY END UP REWRITING IT BUT WHATEVER
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"I like this," I whisper as I intertwine Ethan's fingers with mine.
"I like this too," he whispers back.
I snuggle my head deeper into his chest as I pull my legs up to my chest.
We both looked out into the distance where darkness surrounded.
The waves crashing over and over again, bringing in a new salty smell each crash.
"You know Lynn, I want you to understand that sex isn't all I want. Actually I didn't want it at all. Not saying it wasn't great and everything, but that wasn't my goal. My goal was to get to know you, make you happy," Ethan finally spoke up.
"Thank you,"
"For what?"
"For finally opening up," I say as I sit up and look at him.
"It's good to finally hear something from you," I chuckle.
He smiles and shakes his head, "I'm sorry for being an asshole earlier,"
"Naw, it's totally understandable. I was a bitch not gonna lie,"
"No you weren't. I was just jealous. I was being over dramatic,"
I tilt my head and give him a smirk, "Jealous?"
"Oh my god," he groans, rolling his eyes.
"I'm joking," I giggle, giving him a slight push.
"You-"
"Ethan?" A deep, raspy man voice called from behind us.
We both immediately turned around and stared up at the shadowy man that stood behind us.
"Grayson?" Ethan spoke.
He quickly scrambled to his feet, "What the hell are you doing here?"
The man walks over into the small circle of light and shrugs, "Well, bro, I do live in Cali. Shouldn't be odd running into me,"
I studied the man and realized he looked almost exactly like Ethan. Maybe this is his brother Grayson.
"Who's the lady?" Grayson asks.
Ethan looks over at me and quickly looks away, "Her name is Lynn,"
"Oh, well, hello Lynn. I'm Grayson, Grayson Dolan. Ethan's twin brother. Basically the sexier, nicer, more intelligent twin," Grayson winks.
Ethan glares at him and scoffs, "More intelligent? Grayson you are the dumbest shit alive,"
"Hm, okay. So, Ethan, who is she? Your girlfriend? What's going on here?",
"Oh no, she's not my girlfriend. I'm simply babysitting her-"
"BABYSITTING? Shit, sorry I didn't realize she was 4. Cut the bullshit you aren't babysi-"
"I'm babysitting her little sister, Lana. Remember? The cute, sweet little girl who mom used to babysit?"
"Oh yeah! Lil Lana. DJ L," Grayson says nodding.
