i bit my bottom lip gently as i traced the tattoos on ethan's lower forearm from across the table, the rest of his arm being covered by his button up.
"why do you love them so much?" my focus is directed up to ethan when i hear his soft voice.
"i don't know," i mumble and shrug, not taking my eyes off of his arm.
"well, i don't mind. it's adorable the way you trace them. i love it." he smiles down at me.
"it's just sort of a habit, i guess." i say as i play with his fingers.
he nods slightly as i continue to trace the ink on his skin. honestly, i was so bored and tracing ethan's tattoos was comforting and distracted me.
i barely knew anyone here, and ethan wouldn't try to get up and speak to some of his family members or introduce me.
i started to feel bad, thinking about what his family members may have been thinking of me- if anything at all.
they probably think ethan deserves better.
i sigh as my thoughts flooded my mind. i pulled away from ethan and sat up straight, staring down at my hands in my lap.
i glanced around the crowded backyard, seeing so many of ethan's family and family friends around.
"hey," ethan furrowed his eyebrows, "you okay, princess?"
"oh, yea. i'm fine." i smile quickly.
"are you sure?"
"yes, ethan. i'm okay." i chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before diverting my eyes anywhere but into ethan's.
"elle?"
"what?" i ask quickly. i didn't mean to come off so rude, but i didn't want him to ask me any more questions. i didn't know how he caught onto how i felt so easily.
"sorry," i apologize quickly, looking down at my lap, "am i just that easy to read?"
"god, no. there have been times when i was shitting myself just trying to figure out what was going on in your pretty little head." he chuckles.
"then how do you know something's wrong?"
"well, now, i know something's wrong," he smirks, "but you've gotta talk to me."
"it's really nothing. i'm just overthinking." i shrug.
"about what?"
"i just feel like all of your family hates me. i just keep messing everything up. they all probably think you deserve someone better." i sigh.
"princess." he grabs my hand from across the table, "please don't think like that. you are so insanely beautiful and talented. i am so fucking lucky to have you."
i smile lightly, a blush forming on my cheeks, and glance down at our intertwined hands.
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this is boring and i'm ending this book soon :(
