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[ ETHAN'S POV ]

I still lied awake, looking at all of kara's features as she fell asleep.

Her mouth parted slightly, and her face squished into my chest.

She was honestly beautiful, but so was her sister. I didn't like Madison like I liked Kara, though.

There was something about them that was so intriguing, their beauty taking mine and Grayson's breath away daily.

I let the thoughts of Kara fill my head as I started to drift off to sleep as well.
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[ KARA'S POV ]

i feel my eyes start to open, I look around only too see a strong, muscular arm holding me close to a defined chest.

ethan.

I look up, trying not to wake him, and admire his features. He had scruff growing, and his hair was soft as ever.

He was an extremely handsome guy, I'm surprised that he would even take a second glance at me.

"you like what you see?" he asks in his raspy morning voice, smirking.

"maybeee" i say, smiling into his chest.

"well, like you said, we have school today, get up!" he says, in a cheery tone.

"make me." I groaned.

"okay." He says, smirking.

i then feel myself being lifted in the air, and slung over his shoulder.

i scream but he just covers my mouth and takes me into the kitchen, sitting me down on the counter.

He looks at me with that goofy smile, but I just roll my eyes and turn away, only to be pulled back face to face with him.

I look at him, and then his lips, and he does the same with me.

before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and I swear there was a thunderstorm between us.

I could feel electricity and warmth from his lips, sending chills down my spine.

he pulls away, needing a breath, and I frown from the sudden loss of his touch.

"i love when you do that." i blurt out, realizing what I just said.

i mentally face palm as he chuckles.

"i know, now hurry and get ready. im taking you to school." he says, and I nod.

i hop off the counter and head upstairs, feeling his eyes burn through my body, knowing exactly what he was staring at.

"eyes up here pretty boy." i say without turning around, but I already know that he's most likely scratching his neck, awkwardly.

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I scan my closet, unsure of what to wear, but eventually ending up picking a mustard yellow crop top, high waisted flower embroidered jeans, a blue accent flannel and black Doc Martens.

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