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I'm lying in bed, texting Grayson and listening to music. I still have no idea what we are. Are we going to date? Are we just having sex? I'd be okay with either option. I honestly don't even think I'm ready for another relationship. My last break up... broke me. I'm skipping almost every song because they keep reminding me of Ethan. I'm getting angry at him for doing this to us. I'm mad that he's mad. I'm mad that I'm mad. I'm just mad and confused as hell. I get up to turn off my lights and crawl back in bed. I tell Grayson I'm going to sleep and shut my eyes. I need to shut off my mind. I fall asleep to the slow song playing on my playlist.

I wake up to something tapping on my window. I look over to see it's Ethan and then look at the clock. 2am. I turn on my lamp, and stand up. I pull down my t-shirt to cover my underwear because I wasn't wearing any pants. I slide open the window "what the hell are you doing here? It's 2 in the damn morning Ethan" I sternly say through a sleepy voice. "Move over, let me in" he lightly pushes me with his arm and crawls in my window.
He stands up straight, towering over me and looks me up and down. I tug at my shirt pulling it down again. "I used to never make you uncomfortable" he sighs, realizing my action. "You're fault" I scoff while heading back to my bed. He comes and sits next to me. "Listen Morgan, I'm sorry. What I said today was wrong. Of course you have the right to do what you want. You're just my best friend and I want what's best for you I guess" he tries to continue, but I butt in "and you don't think that's Grayson? That's a little fucked to do to you're own brother" I shoot back. He looks down at my hands in my lap. "What you did to me in the hallway today was fucked"
okay okay so we are both shitty people.
I just shrug my shoulders at his comment. "DAMMIT MORGAN YOU MAKE ME SO MAD" he yells while standing up and running his fingers through his hair. I couldn't help but laugh. He runs his hands down his face and laughs too, then sits back down. "I'm sorry too E" I finally give in. He let a sigh of relief, then scoots closer to me and whispers "can I try something?"

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