easy | e. dolan

3. -dolan

my alarm clock rang through my ears and i fucking grabbed it and threw it across the room due to the fact of how pissed i was for it waking me up.

i hopped into the shower and changed into some black jean shorts and a grey tight crop top. i put my hair into a high ponytail and slipped on my white vans.

i grabbed my phone and keys and wallet. i drove to starbucks and ordered a grande vanilla latte.

i sat at a table of two as i threw on my hoodie because it was cold inside. i curled up my sleeve into my left hand and went on my phone in my right hand.

i took a sip of my drink as someone sat in the seat in front of me. i looked up, not moving my head.

there was ethan, caramel frappucino in hand, black leather jacket on, and black ripped jeans.

"we meet again, sweetheart." ethan smirked as he chewed on his straw.

"what the fuck, how do you have a frappucino if it's... like 10 degrees outside?" i shivered.

ethan chuckled,"then again, you're wearing shorts."

i rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"what do you want so bad from me that you had to stalk me at starbucks at 7 in the morning?"

"you." ethan pointed at me.

"what?" i asked.

"i want you."

" why?"

"you ask too many questions." ethan almost smiled at me, it was more like a smirk.

"what's that supposed to mean?" i questioned.

"if i were you, i would shut the hell up before i tell you something that's gonna make your knees weak, butterflies in your stomach, chills down your spine, and blushing so hard you can't look at me." ethan looked me straight in the eye.

my knees turned into jello, thank god i was sitting down because if i was standing, i would have collapsed on the floor.

butterflies swarmed in my stomach because of the look he gave me and the way those words can roll off his tongue so smoothly.

i blushed, looking anywhere but ethan's eyes, knowing he would use it against me if he would dare see me blush.

i shivered, chills going down my back.

"but, of course, i just made that happen." he laid back in his chair and grabbed his drink and bit his straw and started taking small sips.

"shut up, ethan." i mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. he grinned.

"i want you." his raspy, small voice rang through my ears.

"y-you want wh-what?" i placed my hands in between my thighs, and bit my lip. i looked down, nervous as hell.

"i want you to be mine forever. i want you to scream my sexy name. i want you to tremble at my touch. i want you to lose control. i want you to moan like crazy. i want you to pull onto your bed sheets. i want you to beg for more. i want you to cum all around me. and i know you want it too, sweetheart." he smirked.

my knees grew even weaker. the butterflies grew larger and swarmed faster. i felt my face get heated, and i knew it was already a light shade of pink. the chills were unstoppable.

and to top it all off, i was turned on. i'm truly disgusted in myself. i can't do this, as much as i wanted to.

"talk, princess. or did that cat catch your tongue?" ethan mocked me.