Hopelessly Devoted

[42] - Happy, Happy Birthday (Part 2)

*warning: this chapter includes a smut scene*

We arrived at my house, and my mom rushed to the door.

"Happy birthday, Ethan!" She smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you Mrs. Salg-" Ethan begun, but my mom pulled away and gave him a look, "sorry, Thank you, Lauren."

She chuckled and nodded, giving him a pat on the back. She walked back to the kitchen, and Ethan and I walked upstairs.

"Hey, E," Dylan smiled and shook his hand, "happy birthday."

"Thanks," he smiled.

Then, Maya came out of her room, "happy birthday Ethan."

"Thanks Maya," he chuckled and followed me into my room.

"I need to shower," I said as I tied up my hair, "and you need to as well."

"Is there room for two?" He wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed.

"You're not joining me." I shook my head, "you go after me."

He frowned and laid on my bed, as I chuckled. I walked into my bathroom, and shut the door, but kept it slightly open so Ethan could see me, and I could tease him.

I removed my clothes, leaving me in my undergarments. I turned to face him, and his eyes were peaking through the crack as he laid down. I walked over to the door and laughed, "pervert."

I shut the door and locked it, because Ethan can be sneaky. I quickly slipped out of my undergarments, and started the shower. I jumped in quickly and rinsed myself, getting the smell of water off me.

Once I finished, I jumped out and dried myself fast. I put on a band shirt -that belonged to Dylan - and tied a little knot in it, to tighten it and shorten it, so it looked cropped. It was so large, that it hung off my shoulder. I then slipped into light blue skinny jeans with rips in them, and finally some black heels.

I hung Ethan's necklace around my neck, as well as a couple other necklaces, some bracelets and my hoop earrings. I walked out of the bathroom where I met Ethan's gaze and he licked his lips.

"Your turn," I rolled my eyes and threw him a spare towel.

He got up and kissed my cheek, and entered the bathroom. He shut the door and I lay on my phone, scrolling through Instagram.

Then, the door opened and revealed Ethan in only a towel.

My eyes widened as I saw how dangerously low his towel was hanging, and I blushed, trying to force my eyes off.

"Uh," I begun, but couldn't find words.

"I know, I look hot," he chuckled and walked closer to me, to grab his clothes. He grabbed them, and walked over to the bathroom again. I mentally rolled my eyes. God damn my stupid teenage hormones.

He came out again, in light blue ripped jeans, showing his Calvins. He walked closer to me, and I couldn't get my eyes away. He smirked, and put on a grey shirt, covering his beautiful abs.

I pouted and he laughed, hovering over me, "you can see anytime you want," he whispered, "but we have to get going."

I nodded and got up, sliding my phone in my pocket. We walked downstairs, and I told mom I was leaving. We got into Dylan's car, and Ethan again insisted on driving.