SZA- THE WEEKEND😍
I'm sorry for the overdue update , exams and life have been preoccupying me for the passed few weeks . So without further a-due...😏
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"...I want to touch you in the most innocent way I know possible."
Those 11 words had drifted in my mind the entire night, until my attention had averted to the red abrasion that painted his knuckles. The feeling of a heavy body was laying on top of me as I lifted my eyes to be graced by no other than Ethan. Our frames glistened with sweat and our breathing shallower than the night before. His head was laid on my chest as I lifted my finger to push out the unruly locks of browns that stuck to his forehead. To my amazement, his brows were etched in ...confusion or pain? It was difficult to fathom. A pang of pain surged in my heart as I felt like kissing the crease between his brows away. I knew I shouldn't be having these feelings, but somethings you can't help.
He began to stir, possibly from a nightmare as mumbles that seemed like a conversation between two began falling from his lips.
"I feel I deserve her love, I feel I deserve her approval", he began," but I know I am not worthy".
I stilled at the last sentence. Could he possibly be talking about me? Before I could brainstorm further, his hands rose to eyes, ridding them of sleep. Lifting his head, his eyes landed on mine as an innocent smile graced his lips.
"Morning babe ", he said, a soft chuckle passing his lips.
"Morning", I returned back, pushing his hair out of his face.
I never really understood how he could go from sexy to cute in a matter of seconds, but until now, it has always been my favorite sight. He seemed relaxed for the first time, but I was not. I still needed to know.
"I think we need to talk", I said as he lay down beside me, as I self -consciously pulled the duvet to cover my bare chest.
I could tell he was taken aback from my sudden words as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. His once happy mood went back to the frown I was greeted with during his sleep.
"What have I done?", he began, worry lacing his every word.
Taking his palm into mine, I gently rubbed my thumb against the crimson injury as I felt his eyes burn into my skull. Lifting his hand , I placed a soft kiss against it, hoping that somehow it would get better. At the same time, his breathing had increased at the sudden contact, making it seem unexpected. Lifting my head, I found his eyes closed, as if savoring the feeling my lips had left.
"Did you get into a fight yesterday while you were gone?", I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Lulu, I really don't want to talk about this right now. This is not the time for it", he replied, shooting me an apprehensive eye as he tried to release his hands from my grip.
"So when will there be time ?!", agitation lacing my voice, "because clearly all we ever do is fight, scream and at the end of the night , I always end up on your bed. Never in the course of this "relationship" have we had a true and honest conversation."
Silence.
Silence was all I was granted. Not once did our eyes meet as I gently released his hands from mine.
"Lulu-"
"Don't you even try to cover this up. Are you going to tell me what happened or what?!", I couldn't help but raise my voice.
There he sat, his mouth open but no words escaping. Just a shocked stare in my direction.
"That's what I thought", and with that I raised myself off the bed and strutted all the way to the bathroom.
