The whole conversation with Ethan still bugged me but I decided to put a pin in it for now. I had locked myself up in my room for most of the day. It was my way of telling Ethan I was still mad for him yelling at me.
"Zoey," Ethan softly knocked on the door, "I ordered a pizzaaaaa."
I rolled my eyes and unlocked my door. His big grin made me forget why I was even mad.
He set the pizza on my desk and laid on my bed. I curled up next to him and turned my tv on to our favorite show.
Ethan started to kiss my neck and rub my back. I closed my eyes and let him trail his hands down my body. He grips my waist and I remember where I am.
"Ethan," I pull his cold hand off my warm body, "We shouldn't be doing this."
He sighs, "I know." Ethan gets up and grabs some pizza. I notice his dark eyes and tight muscles as he saunters across my room.
"I almost feel like we are lucky and unlucky at the same time. We met but we can't be together?" Ethan huffs before laying next to me.
I hear the door open and jump up, "Hey sweetie, hey Ethan. I was thinking we all could go out to see a movie," my mom says.
I turn to Ethan and he nods. My mom leaves and I ask Ethan to leave too so I can get dressed.
"I can't watch?" He asks. My jaw drops and I laugh.
"I mean, I guess..."
