Friends • E.D.

thirteen

Ethan pulled me from the counter, spinning me so I was headed in the other direction, and promptly lifted me onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. As soon as he sat me on top he grabbed my thighs pulling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his body in response, pulling him even closer. His kisses started to travel downwards, lingering on my neck. I heard him moan in his throat as he covered every inch he could. My breathing became hard and I was completely weak against him. I’d completely lost control of everything, and I didn’t care if I got it back.

As he started making his way even further down he lifted his gaze towards me. I looked at him to see his eyes completely consumed with want, with hunger, with need. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I wanted all of him in the worst way.

He slid his hands up my arms, looking me dead in the face.

“I’m so sorry.” He panted, his eyes searching my face.

I brushed my hand over his face, pushing back his slightly disheveled hair.

“Don’t be.” I breathed, admiring his features.

“We can stop.” He said, his grip remaining strong.

“But we don’t have to.” I exclaimed. At this point I really didn’t want to.

“What will happen if we do?” He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing still hard.

“Guess we better find out.” I said, lifting his chin so our lips barely brushed against each other.

“Daisy are you-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” and with that, our lips collide once more.