ethma | e.d+e.c (completed)

fourteen

Emma's POV:

The twins invited me to a party and I'm trying to find nice clothes right now.

It's not a party though, it's more of like a birthday party of some youtuber. They don't go to normal parties. They probably have nothing to do there.

It starts at eight, and it's seven thirty right now. The twins are also coming to get me earlier, so I have literally no time.

I take out a white oversized t-shirt, light blue ripped jeans and my checkered shoes.

I take off my clothes and put on a nude bra, then throw on the shirt. I go to grab the jeans when I hear Ethan. I stop in my tracks.

"E, we're here!" he yells and I hear a thud after, indicating he's closed the door.

I forgot I told them to just go right in when they arrive.

I quickly put on the jeans and he knocks on the door, opening it after. I just tuck my t-shirt in.

"Were you just dressing?"

"Yeah," I smile. He softly punches the door, throwing his head back.

"Dammit, why didn't I walk in earlier?"

I smirk, "you missed your chance, sir," I run my finger lightly down his abs and walk past him, going to greet Grayson.

"Hey, Gr-"

Ethan covers my mouth and pulls me back in my room, closing the door.

He presses my back to the wall, "well, haven't we been here before? I smirk.

He holds on my shoulders, "you'll regret being so smart with me," he slides his hands up my neck and holds my face. "We're gonna have a good time," he says, almost in a whisper, as his lips form a wide smirk.

With that, he takes his hands off me and leaves the room.

I catch my breath, before placing a hand over my mouth. A few minutes later I open the door and hear him laughing with Grayson.

"Em, let's go, yeah?" Grayson suggests. I nod.

Ethan just stares me down sternly, clenches his jaw and doesn't say a word. I gulp and follow Grayson.

I can feel Ethan's presence behind me and his eyes on the back of my head, burning holes.

-

"This seems fun," I comment as I take a look at the full of people house.

"I'm sure it is," Grayson disappears in the crowd, leaving me and Ethan alone.

Nervousness starts to creep in my stomach. I look at Ethan and he's already looking at me. I inhale and look around.

"So," he starts. "So?" I awkwardly speak, hoping for the silence to end faster.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, where did Grayson go?"

"I don't know," he sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets.

Grayson appears out of no where, thank god. "Okay, so first, they're gonna have a food fight, then a dance party, then cake and it's pretty much it."

"A food fight? Oh, now it is fun," Ethan takes out his hands and rub them together. He looks at me with a devilish smile.

"Don't look at me, I'm not letting you ruin my clothes."

"Aw, poor basic girl Emma," he pouts at me, looking extremely cute I almost squeal, but hold it in.

"Game on," I send him a glare and enter the house.

-

We're eating and chatting about random shit, but deep inside we're ready to jump and throw food. Atleast I am.

We also found James in the crowd and reunited the sister squad and we're having such a good time.

"Gray, what happened after that? You never finished your story," James speaks up.

"Oh, yeah, so when I wen-"

"FOOD FIGHT!" someone screams and everyone jumps off their chairs.

I grab a pie and smash it on Ethan's face. He closes his eyes, staying still, before he lets out an irritated sigh.

He looks around trying to find food when I pour chocolate syrup over his head. He gasps and looks at me wide eyes before shoving cake in my face.

I grab a handful of chips and crush them on his head, them sticking to the syrup. He finds a silly string and sprays it all over my clothes.

He then comes closer to me. He takes some of the cake frosting on my face on his thumb and licks it. "That's so good," he licks his lips, "wanna try?"

Without giving me a chance to answer, he sticks his thumb in my mouth and holds my chin with the rest of his hand.

I'm taken aback but swirl my tongue around his thumb, closing my eyes for a split second before humming.

His eyes don't leave mine until he finally takes his thumb out, running it over my lip.

"It tastes so good," I say and he shakes his head slightly.

"You'd taste better."

-

"Come dance with me," he grabs my hand, trying to make me stand up.

"No, I can't dance," I groan and try to let his hand go, but he grips it harder, this time pulling me up.

I have no chance against him so I just follow him to the middle of the room. Thank god there's a lot more people here.

He puts his hands on my waist, "now put your hands on my shoulders and wrap them around my neck."

"I'm kinda short," I try to pull myself higher with my toes. He smiles widely and just looks at me.

I hesitate, but eventually rest my forearms on his shoulders. "Perfect, now just move back and forth a little and you're done."

I do what he says and soon he's in rythm with me. They change the song and it's no longer slow and romantic.

I look around and see all people dancing wild without a care in the world.

"Your ass looks amazing in those jeans," a husky voice rasps in my ear, making my blood rush through my veins.

He puts his hands in my back pockets. I look at him and blush like crazy, the look on his face making me want to melt.

I decide to have some more fun and turn around, giving him my back and moving my ass on his crotch.

He lets out a deep growl and grabs my waist, pushing me further on him.

"Fuck," he mumbles in my ear, then presses his face straight on my neck.

I feel his lips on my skin and let out a shaky breath, completely turned on, even though he's doing nothing.

Suddenly, he just spins me around and picks me up over his shoulder, letting me hang behind his back. He storms through the house, until he finds a bathroom and goes in.