Air was leaving my body rapidly. My chest falling up and down continuously fast as I felt Ethan beneath me. My hips were being instructed my his large hands on them. He gripped me tight and rocked me back and forth over him.
It was an odd sensation I had never experienced. His lips were still locked onto mine, kissing me deeply like this would be the last time.
He was out of his sweatpants and only had his boxers on. I was completely topless but I had my pants on and now pressed against his bare chest.
Another unexpected moan left my mouth, but this time I wasn't ashamed; Ethan was a moaning mess as-well.
I pulled away from our kiss and he pouted his lips from the separation.
"I love you." I told him as I ran my fingers across his swollen lips.
"I love you too." He replied.
Thinking he'd go in for another kiss, instead he buried his head into my neck and kissed it.
"And I'll never stop loving you." He mumbled.
I never imagined I could ever feel this was. There was no where else in the world I'd rather be than in this moment with him. I was so overwhelmed with happiness and joy that almost everything wrong in my life seemed to fade away as it always did when I was with him.
It was beyond butterflies in my stomach, beyond goosebumps and chills down my spine when he touched me. Beyond it all.
He was my remedy. My cure. My chance at a happy life again. My one true love.
I wanted to shout it from the rooftops and every skyscraper in the world that he was mine. Ethan was mine. He was made for me. I was made for him. We were made for each other. A perfect fit.
But...
Before I could finish the thought the door opened aggressively open.
"Ethan I got pizz-" Grayson was saying before he was at lose of words when he saw us.
Let me refresh your memory. I had no headscarf, no top, no bra and we were sort of in a very sexual position. Oh and Ethan was also hard.
We were under the bed covers and the only visible part of us was the top half. The naked half. We were dressed from the bottom down. Like that made it better.
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Recovery {wRoNg sequel}
FanfictionRecovery: /rɪˈkʌv(ə)ri/ the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen or lost. {wRoNg sequel}