blocked (texts sequel)

not good enough

We paid the Uber and ran up to the house. His hands fumbled for the keys, our bodies lurching in once the door was open.

"This is so wrong." My body was pushed up against the wall, his breath fanning my flushed cheeks.

"This feels right."

Our lips attacked each other hungrily as we stumbled through the hall. My hands tugged the hem of his shirt, indicating for him to remove it. Of course, he did as told and threw it somewhere in the living room.

"Fuck, what if he comes home?" Our kisses stopped only to be replaced by desperate breaths.

"Where is he?"

"I think he's with Sam."

"Then we just lock the door." I smiled, pressing my lips against his again.

His hands gripped my thighs and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his torso. He carried me sloppily to his room, removing one hand to lock the door as I began leaving warm kisses down his neck. He gently set me on his soft comforter, his body hovering over my own.

"God damnit, Sienna." He mumbled through his breath, hands roaming my waist beneath my shirt. He gripped the bottom of the fabric and brought it up over my head, I placed my hands in his hair and twirled the dark locks with my fingers.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yeah." He pulled a drawer out from his bedside table and grabbed a foil package. His nervous fingers tore at the condom wrapper, quickly going through the process of putting it on. Once he was finished he pushed me onto my back and climbed above me.

"What a reunion." I smirked as he positioned himself at my entrance.

•

"Ethan?!" A loud yell awoke me.

"E! Open the door!" The voice jumped to the door and Ethan sat up abruptly.

"Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit."

"Oh my god." I sat beside him, covering my bare chest with his sheet.

"Get in the closet!"

"Ethan?" Grayson yelled again.

"Hold on a minute!" Ethan shouted back. I dropped the sheet and shoved my naked body in the closet, stepping on various shoes and loose articles of clothing.

"What are you jacking off or something?"

"No, I'm just changing!" He shut me in the closet right after slipping on a shirt.

"Well let me in dude! You act like I haven't seen you naked." I watched Ethan open the door through a small crack.

"Jesus, sorry."

"So... How was last night?" Grayson sat on the the bed, staring at the floor.

"Is that why you came in here?"

"No! I'm just wondering."

"Well, last night was okay. We just went to a carnival." He shrugged, discretely covering the condom wrapper with his blanket.

"Did she... did she ask about me?"

"Bro, you're the one who broke up with her. If you love her so much why'd you leave her?"

"I..." He stares at the floor.

"Why, Gray?"

"I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Okay?! I'm not good enough for her." My heart clenched.

Does he really believe that?

"What do you mean?" Ethan asks lightly, glancing at the closet.

"I mean, she was so fucking perfect and nice and sweet, yet all I managed to do was mess up. Over and over, but then I realized that I hurt her again by leaving. But it's too late to get her back." His head was in his hands and Ethan stood there. I could practically feel the guilt he was radiating.

I could feel my own too.

"She did talk about you."

"What did she say?"

"She said she cared. A lot. And she said she misses you but she just can't do it again." Ethan sat down on the bed as well, keeping his eyes down.

"So I pretty much have no chance of getting her back."

"Give it some time, Gray. She loves you and if it's right, you guys will be together." He smiled at me through the crack and I nodded.

"Thanks. Anyways, I came in here to grab that shirt you borrowed a few days ago." Grayson got up off the bed and neared the closet. I backed up quickly and held in a breath.

"No! It's um... in the wash."

"But I just did a load." He furrowed his brows and I crouched down, covering myself with clothes.

"It's in the dryer."

"Oh. Okay, I'll go get it." He nodded and left the room. I got up quickly and covered myself with a handful of shirts. Ethan opened the closet and placed a hand on my back, guiding me out and handing me my clothes from under the bed.

"Thanks."

"Listen Sienna, we can't do this again."

"I know. This was wrong." I put on my shirt and shorts, grabbing my phone from the bedside table.

"I still want to be friends but nothing more."

"I agree. I'm gonna go."

"He's out there, climb through the window."

"Okay." I open the window and look back at him.

"Goodbye Ethan."