right? - d. twins✔️

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his voice is muffled, but i can hear his sneer. that's when i realize that ethan and i were somehow holding hands. when and how did that happen?

suddenly, grayson begins forcefully trying to jiggle the door handle and get into the locked car. ethan still doesn't wake up, and my mind becomes frantic as i sit up, letting go of his fingers that i felt like i could hold forever.

"ethan." i whisper, keeping my eyes on my very angry husband outside the car. i punch his shoulder, snapping him awake, dammit was he cute.

turning his head to the side, he jumps once more at the sight of grayson, glaring at him with nothing but hatred in his eyes.

"gray, calm down!" he shouts through the window.

"you're with my fucking wife you ass!" he yells, slamming his fist against the window.

"you're beating your wife!" ethan fires back.

oh shit.

i'm seriously fucked.

grayson's angry eyes shoot to me, wide with horror, and his neck seems to snap with how fast he looked to me.

"you fucking bitch!" he snarls, slamming his hard fist against the window once more, this time cracking it.

"start the fucking car!" screams ethan, looking for my keys.

i climb to the front seat, my hands shaking uncontrollably whilst i look for my key. i look up and see grayson coming around the front of the car. i fumble slightly then jam the key into the ignition.

"vivian fucking dolan get out of this fucking car!" instead, i slam the gas, feeling a bump as i do.

shifting the car into drive, i see grayson go down, his foot in his hand.

"go!" ethan screams, and with that i'm off once more. i look into the rear view mirror, seeing an enraged grayson standing in the middle of the road, hands in the air.

i clutch my chest with one hand, driving with the other. ethan notices that i'm swerving, helping me straighten out. we're driving, and i have no idea where we're going.

ethan tells me to pull over and i obey, maybe a little too fast. i park the car and open the door, falling out of the car, literally. he rushes over to my side, sliding his arm around me and lifting me to my feet in one swift motion. he wasn't as built as gray, which surprisingly felt nice.

"are you alright?" he asks, looking intently at my face.

"i really don't know." i fucking fled for my life twice now, how does he think i feel?

"i'll drive, i know a place in knox city, we'll stay there until we come up with a solid plan."

we. i like the sound of that.

he guides me to passenger side of the car, helping me in. he even buckles my seatbelt, his body pressing against mine as he does. his cologne is woodsy and so masculine, i breathe it in a little too deep, and his head whips in my direction.

"you okay?" he asks, this time i know with genuine worry.

"am now." i say in my head, not breaking eye contact.

ethan's cheeks flush slightly before he quickly backs away shutting my door. he comes around to the driver's side, hoisting himself into the seat.

i can't help but stare. his smooth arms, those pulsing veins, such soft masculine hands that i can't shake the feeling of from mine, wonder what they would feel like in other places...