cold | e.d

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"So you going to show me those pieces I bought for you?" He had a toothpick in, clenching his jaw occasionally while watching me put some of the stuff I bought away finally. We had been talking for a while about absolutely nothing, but the sexual tension throughout it all was a lot to handle.
I swiftly moved to the door, locking it to give him the impression that I was going to.
"Don't think I can do that. Are you doing things with anyone?" I told him, moving back to my pile.

"Nah, I'm laying off girls for now, you're the only one I'm willing to hang out with." His arms fell to behind his head. "So you're just going to lock the door and act like you weren't going to?" He seemed irritated already. "How about just one?" was added, trying to persuade me. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, anxious about how eager he was.
"Odds on." I said simply. "What?" He frowned a little but seem interested otherwise.

"If you say the same number as me between a specific amount at the same time then I'll do it." His hands fell from his phone, sitting up on his hands.
"1-5." I said. We counted down and my lips moved to three, while his was four. I laughed and put my middle finger up to piss him off.
"1 to 3?" He tried again, making it even harder for me to lose.

"Fine, seen as you paid for food." But he still lost. I shrugged and winked, turning around and bending over to pick up the last pair of underwear, a black velvet piece with a little bit of lace.
"1 to 10." I could feel his jeans pressed against my legs, which I didn't know whether I was okay with. I turned and his presence was a little too close, his hands falling on the cloth in mine and bunched it into his own.

"Uh, okay.." I breathed out a little, intimidated by his height.
"3,"
"2,"
"1,"

"6." We said in unison.
My throat went dry, my hands slightly clammy over the fact that I fucked it up.
"Better get changed.. Princess." He put the 2 piece back in my hand, his grin confusingly attractive.
"Ugh. Can I do it later?" I was about to chuck the piece on my bed, when his fingers fell on my wrist, squeezing to warn me.
"A deal's a deal. And we ain't got much time baby." It wasn't scary, but his intimidation was a lot.

I checked my clock, reading the hands. 10:30? Maybe he wasn't wrong, I couldn't put it off.
I was wearing a simple dress tee, so taking it off would be easy.
"Turn round then, you want a surprise don't you?" I forced him, spinning him around and pushing him towards my door, so I could go on the bed.

I adjusted the last strap and cleared my throat. He turned a little too slowly, wanting to take his time and savour the moment. His hand moved to his mouth, grabbing his lips and pulling a little to hide his reaction.
"Well?" I hadn't seen it yet, so I stood up to go to the mirror. It fit like a glove, hugging at my curves just like most Victoria Secret pieces I owned.

"Jesus fucking Christ." His voice sounded strained as he moved next to me to get another look.
"I'd love to rip this off you and fuck you senseless, but I can't." His hands were twitching, yearning to touch.
"Really is a shame." I laughed, pulling at the fabric a little to adjust some things. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing every inch that he could see. I hopped back on the bed, lying on my back as I watched him start to fix his hair in my mirror.

He finally climbed back on, lying besides me. I could see in the corner of my eye that he was inching closer, so I knew what was going to happen. Why would I waste my time watching him try to smoothly do something when I could just give him what he wanted. I stopped him in his tracks and captured his lips, spinning and dropping onto his lap. He was taken back somewhat, but his actions kicked in as his hands fell comfortably on my ass.
"I guess I know what your favourite feature on me is.." I gasped as he squeezed.

"Damn right." He bit onto my clear skin, marking me.
"Not happening E." I told him, sitting up. "Shit. Right, yeah, sorry." He apologised for the first time which I was genuinely surprised at.
"It's uh.. fine." I finally responded before going for his lips again.

"Why do you always pick on me at school?" I broke out with, the question badgering me in my mind.
"It's funny. You're an easy target."
"Oh."
I should have never asked. I pushed it to the back of my thoughts, running my hands in his hair as his roamed further.
The phone began to ring, making Ethan curse out. I wasn't going to grab it but I changed my mind, looking at who it was.

"Hey!" I said breathlessly, facing the phone to my face. Ethan was mouthing to me, asking who it was.
"Hey.. You good? You sound tired." Grayson answered out. That answered his question.
"I'm fine." I fixed my breathing quickly and adjusted my hair.
"Ethan isn't home yet, is he with you?" Grayson asked. Ethan pulled at my underwear, making me flick to him.

He signalled to lie, so I did. "He took me home, that was the last I saw of him."
"He's probably out with some girl." I wanted to say something mean like what I'd usually do to combo his statement. But I wanted to make Ethan listen to some reality checks.
"A girl?" Grayson hummed at my question. "Probably. He goes out with a lot, just fools with them and makes them do stuff. I don't get it frankly."

"Yeah, neither. Do you think he would change it?" I bit my lip a little, anxious. "Not a chance. If he got paid, maybe. He has too many down to fucks to give a fuck though."

"Mmhm. I was just in the middle of cleaning my room up, can I tell you tomorrow at school?"
"Sure. You need to let me know how the shopping went. Oh! There's another party soon, want to come? It's for one of my friend's 16th, he said I could bring someone. Ethan can't come because he's got some 'date' to attend with Melissa. Can you believe it? A date?"
Melissa was one of the popular girls, the definition of a bimbo. She was worse than Grayson's ex. She had a good face and a good body, so she appealed. And sleeps around. No wonder Ethan was giving it a shot.

"Ha yeah. Crazy. I'd love to come. This friday?"
"Of course. Right, later."
"Love you."
"Love you too." He ended the call and I put my phone down, laughing hysterically.

"He's got a date to attend with Melissa! He has too many down to fucks to give a fuck, that's a funny one!" I pulled off of him and ran my hands over my shoulders, crossing my arms over.
"It's lies. He's just saying it because he wants-"
"Get out Ethan. I'll talk to you in school." I wasn't having any of it. I could tell he wanted to fight back, but he bit his tongue and got up. I had no place to be angry but I thought he was changing. He told me he was not doing stuff, that I was the only one.

I waited for the feint click of my front door, indicating his exit. I exhaled as I held my breath until he left.
"Are you fucking SERIOUS!!" I screamed out in anger, throwing the closest solid thing to me, a cup. It cracked against my wall, falling into fragments onto my solid wood floor.
I grabbed my phone, tears flooding my face. My speakers rang out and his face popped up.
"Woah. What's up?!"

"I lied. I fucking lied. H-He was here. I HATE HIM! Grayson I fucking hate him.." I blubbered out, the tears uncontrollable by now.
"Slow down.. Okay, he was there. You made him leave?"
"He said you lied. But how the fuck am I going to trust the boy who cried wolf, oh wait no.. BULLSHIT!" I yelled in frustration, not knowing how else to express my emotions.
"I-I need to talk to you later, I'm sorry Kay. I promise I'll sort things out." He ended the call in rush, but I just flicked to the next call.

"What do you want?" He was in the car, his phone propped up in what looks like a holder.
"Come back." I said quietly, sniffling. He frowned at me but sighed and seemed to turn back round from what I could vaguely see in his camera shot. I grabbed my robe and chucked my phone on the bed.
I ran downstairs and flung the door open, hearing the rev of his car. I stepped out and waited for him to open his car door.

"Why have you made me drive back when you just made me fucking leave." He stepped out of the car, one hand on the door and the other out to the side in confusion.
"I fucking hate you." I breathed out, before pulling him straight back in. He shut the door and pushed me against the frame. Our lips clashed against the bitter air, making a flood of warmth rush through me. He put his hands on my robe, but moved them inside, squeezing my hips and holding me.

"What's with the change of heart?"
"If I knew myself, I'd tell you."

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