Fake
Chapter eleven
Addyson Roe Mitchell
Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles onto my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I watch my legs dangle above the hardwood floor.
a smile trails across my lips, remembering the perfect night with Grayson last night. he couldn't be an better friend, as crazy as it sound he is my stable force in this crazy storm called life. he is my one firm foundation.
he his my safe haven.
"Addyson, Babe you up?" Ethan's voice reverberates from the bathroom ringing in my ear, pulling me from my trance
"Yeah."
the bathroom door swings open hitting the drywall behind it, revealing Ethan. water droplets falling from his body, his towel hung low on his hips showing his v-line. his tattoos the cover his thigh peering through the bottom of the woven cotton and knit.
"What?"
his bottom lips tugs upward creating a sinister smirk on his god-like face. feeling my cheeks heat up I quickly remove my gaze from his.
"Nothing."
I remove my petite body from the silk sheets. "Where this." Ethan states throwing me his La Lakers sweatshirt "There will be a lot of cameras out in the halls, and currently you are mine, so I have to prove it."
"Sure Dolan, okay, like that's the real reason you want me to wear this." I smile removing my body from the silk sheets.
Ethan's brow lift sharply upward, smirking.
he body slowly leaning into mine.
really slowly.
the closer he gets the move his lips curve upwards, than he stops inches from my craving lips, my breathing hitches in my throat. he didn't move any closer or any further away.
"Seriously?" I twist my mouth into a little knot.
"What." he slides his thumb over my flushed cheeks, sending shivers dancing down my spine.
"Do you want me to do something other than hover over you awkwardly?"
my hand slides over his toned chest feeling each muscles that lined his stomach.
"Two can play at this game, Dolan"
his breath fans across my mouth and I almost lose it right here and there.
I slide my other hand near his face down to his throat encircling his neck. my eyes flutter close briefly, but then I slip my hand farther downward toward his v-line, letting it trail around his back.
he stifles a groan and let my lower lips brush his. though some superhuman display of self-control I don't kiss him.
not yet.
"Give up?" I whisper
"Nope."
"You enjoy this torture than?"
in answer his mouth feathers over the corner of mine. first one side then the other. I squirm underneath him, a audible moan escapes my lips, Ethan's hand cups the bottom of my chin pulling my face closer toward his, letting our lips finally meet.
I tease his mouth open and taste him.
he taste me back.
Suddenly all thoughts are no where to be found, all my senses of feeling are now gone it was just me and Ethan, Ethan and me and finally in this moment we were one.
him and me.
I felt so connected to him, closer then ever before.
soon I'm lost in his scent and skin and sounds. there's only a mass of sensations between us. there are no mind, no hearts, or twists of fate or blame or guilt.
colors didn't even exist here. just shade and shade of great, with me hiding in between them.
