easy | e. dolan

the end.

"oh, avi. i didn't know you were coming over." ethan opened the door, smiling.

"neither did i." i smiled back, and laughed.

"come in." i followed him into the living room, sitting on his navy blue couch.

"i came here to talk." i licked my lips, folding my hands.

"oh, well grayson's in his room." ethan tells me, clearly not knowing i wanted to talk to him, not gray.

"no, i actually wanted to talk to you." i bit my lip, and his eyes widened.

"okay. what's up?" he grinned, putting his full focus on me.

"ethan. i'm talking serious talk." i reassure him, and he nodded.

"okay, okay. talk to me, sweetheart." i blushed at his words.

"first things first, i love you, you know that." i take a deep breath, and ethan blushed, looking down. "do you love me?"

"of course." ethan smiled, looking back up to my eyes.

"well, i was wondering.. would. you. like. for. us. to. be. an. item?" i said slowly, my nerves picking up. ethan's face completely dropped, making my heart fall as well.

"why would you ask that?" he licked his dry lips, making me feel an ache in my chest: knowing i shouldn't have asked.

"you're not supposed to ask that kind of stuff, avi." ethan told me, making me want to start ballling right then and there.

"a girl should never ask. the guy always does." ethan said, and i smiled. ethan gave me a heart melting smile, and his hazel eyes shined in the brimming light.

"will you be my girlfriend, avi?"

"yes ethan, yes!" he smashed his lips onto mine, making them move together in sync.

my hands moved to the back of his neck, and his arms moved down to my waist.

his tongue slid across my bottom lip as i bit his top lip.

"do you want to?" his voice came out sexy and low, turning me on.

"do what?" i ask, trying to catch on what he was trying to say.

"lets fuck." his voice sent chills down my spine, making me bite in my lip.

i nodded as i connected our lips again, and he some how carried me to his room. he through me on his bed, locking his door.

he stood above me, smirking as he threw off his t shirt. fuck.

his eyes met mine as his body was over mine, and he spoke, "i'll be gentle."

"you don't have to,"
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i walked out of the bathroom, the purple stick in my hand. i walked into the kitchen, sliding off the diamond rock of my left ring finger. i started washing my hands.

ethan was out working, he owned a company with grayson.

ethan and i were engaged, and we've been trying to have a child for so long but it just wasn't working.