Prisoner e.d {ON HOLD}

CHAPTER FIVE

"How's your nose." it's been two days since the fight. Ethan is getting discharged today, with a recovery broken nose and some stitches.

Hugh survived with an ugly face, but it doesn't matter, his face was already ugly in the first place.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Ethan glances down at his left hand that's cuffed to the bed.

"Does your nose still look good?"

"Wow, you're a superficial bitch." He jokes.

"I just want my boyfriend to look good." I blurt, laughing. And suddenly Ethan goes silent. Hold up, what the fuck did I just say? My cheeks flush with heat and I try to think of something to cover up.

Ethan smirks and he reaches across the bed with his free hand and interlocks his hand with mine. "I actually find it cute when you get embarrassed."

"I know." I try to smile and act confident, but my thoughts are racing. Did he just readily accept that label?
We sit in silence for that moment. I know we're both thinking about the kiss.

He shifts his eyes down to my lips and my heart speeds up. I hold my breath as Ethan leans in a little, then he snaps out of it and pulls away.

"Why didn't you just kiss me." I groan.

"You want me to kiss you?" Ethan grins.
"Yeah, I'm a horny kid."

"You're supposed to counsel me, I'll just tell you my feelings, okay?"

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"I've been feeling much happier recently."

"That's great tell me more." I say in monotone, running my thumb along the side of his hand.

"I thing it might be this girl I met. She makes me happy. Being with her is the highlight of my day. I mean, she iced me something to look forward to everyday."

I'm struggling to breathe, but I try to play it cool. "Oh, do you talk to her about your feelings?"

"Yeah. She makes me talk about my feelings and stuff."

"She sounds like an amazing, attractive, intelligent and sexy individual." I wiggle my brows at him.

"Uh, yeah she's very beautiful."

"Is she a good kisser?"

"Not really, but I'm able to look past that."

"Hey!" I jolt up from my slouch and smack his shoulder. Ethan bursts into laughter. "Who said I was talking about you?"

"I mean, I assumed because I'm obviously amazing, attractive, intelligent and sexy. But the kissing part is totally not me. I'm great at kissing."

"Addy, you're gross." He grimaces.

"Okay if you're not talking about me, then you should introduce me to that special girl." I challenge.

"If I kiss you, will you just shut up already?" Ethan pulls me forward so my butt comes off my seat a little and I'm leaning over the hospital bed as my lips collide with his. Our lips move in sync but he's not touching me.

I grasp his hands and lift them to my face, he cups my face hesitantly and gently, handling me as if I were made of glass.

He's still scared of hurting me.

We break away and I sit back down, leaning into his chest and stroking his hand lightly. I listen to him inhale and exhale. "Why do you even care about me Addy?" Ethan asks after a moment of silence.