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~Hanna's P.O.V.~
"Are you ready yet?" I yell.
I'm talking to my boyfriend,Ethan, because we're running late to my best friend's sister's wedding. He always takes forever to get ready, but now I'm really starting to get annoyed. Not only is he not dressed, he loves to take his precious time getting everything ready. I walk into our bedroom, and see him sitting on the bed with nothing but dress pants on. The sun light shines through the sheer white curtains, onto his skin and bounces off of his jet black hair.
"Well, if you're not ready in five minutes I'm leaving without you." I say.
"Not in that." He says.
I look down at myself, then I look in our full body mirror. I don't see anything wrong with my outfit. I have on a simple white dress, a necklace that goes down my chest, and white heels. My black hair falls onto my shoulders, and clashes softly with my freckles and green eyes. My outfit seems simple and cute to me.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Your chest is out." He says.
I roll my eyes at his comment. Ethan and I have had this conversation before. Either he doesn't like what I have on or he doesn't approve of it. He acts like my dad sometimes, but I love him so I don't say anything.
"I can put a jacket on." I say.
"No! Take it off." He says.
"No." I say.
"Hanna, I swear to God if you don't take that damn dress off I'm gonna-"
"You're gonna do what?" I ask getting in his face.
He stays silent and lets out a heavy breath.
"That's what I thought." I say.
I walk away, and grab my keys off of our kitchen counter.
"Don't be late for the wedding!" I yell to Ethan.
With that I walk out of our apartment and to my car. I get in and drive to the wedding.
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I sit in the chair, in the middle of the beautiful beach setting. The wedding started late, so I came just in time to see the beautiful couple. I sit in the last row, by myself. Ethan never came, so I'm riding solo for the evening.
The couple is in the middle of exchanging vows, when someone sits next to me. I didn't care to see who it was, so my eyes remained on the wedding. It wasn't until they placed their hand on my bare thigh, that I looked up.
I see Ethan. He has on his smirk from earlier, but this time its different. More lustful. His eyes are darker and his jaw clenched so hard that I thought he was about to pop. I focus my attention back on the wedding, but he speaks to me.
"I thought I told you not to wear that dress,Hanna." He says.
His chilling voice, sent shivers down my spine. I don't say anything back to him. I figure the best thing to do is to ignore him.
I don't speak, but his hand starts rise up my thigh. He starts to draw small circles with his thumb. His grip began to tighten. I knew exactly what he was doing. I quickly push his hand off of me and remove myself from my seat.
"I uh..have to use the restroom. I'll be back." I say.
"Hurry back,babe." He says,as if nothing has happened.
I walk around the beach, looking for a possible restroom. I really just needed to find a place to sit, without Ethan being there. I see a canopy. It was white, with a sheer drape covering most of it.
