Sacrifice | ethan dolan

CHAPTER 9

~3 months later

His lips send chills down my spine, kissing my neck up and down.

His sensitive touch makes me giggle.

We lay in my bed under the covers.

"Ethan it's three in the morning, I think you should go home," I laugh.

He lifts the covers up.

I watch his face and I can tell that he is thinking.

"No," he laughs, diving in and kissing me more.

I try to playfully push him off.

He grips my upper waist and begins to kiss my stomach.

I watch him grin as he makes his way further down.

"Hey Ethan stop," I say in a serious tone.

We have never had sex, nor have we really done anything besides makeout. 

"Come on Madi," he pauses, "we've never tried anything-"

"I just feel uncomfortable okay," I say, cutting him off.

"You don't have to snap at me," he says, furrowing his brow.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he says.

He's so forgiving. 

I hear a floorboard creak by my door and I turn to see one of my disgusting, pig of a foster brothers looking in through the door crack.

"Get the fuck out," I yell, throwing a pillow.

He runs.

"Do you want me to go teach him a lesson," Ethan jokes cracking his knuckles. 

"No, it's just he does this all the time, even when you're not here. He scares the shit out of me."

"Well we all have that one person in our lives I guess," he says rubbing my thigh.

I stare into his eyes and smile.

"You know I want to do it," I blurt out, "but not here, and we need condoms."

"Done and done," Ethan says getting all excited, making me laugh.

"Oh shut up. It'll happen when it happens. Just be patient with me okay?"

He smiles, "Anything for you Mads," he pauses, hesitating with his next his next sentence, "um, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it," I ask.

He sits up on my bed.

"I... um, I need to tell you that," he pauses.

 "Tell me what," I grin.

"I love you... I'm in love with you Madison Stewart."

I stare at him in awe.

"Well, it just so happens that I love you too... Ethan Dolan," I laugh, pushing my nose up and rubbing it against his.

I begin to kiss him, but this time it's stronger and way more passionate. 

He proceeds to take his shirt off and then mine.

"Don't stop," I whisper.

As my lips hit his, the sound of a gunshot hits my ears.