foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

twenty four

me: ;)

not gonna lie, him calling me a 'bad girl' made my heart race immediately. he's so smooth, it's ridiculous.

alex and i finally got to ethan and grayson's. their driveway was full of cars, meanwhile the party had just started. it still boggles my mind about how their parents don't care about this.

we both get out of the car, making our way up to the front porch.

"i guarantee he touches your ass tonight." alex blurts as i ring the doorbell.

before i could respond/yell at her, grayson opens the door, a smile covering his face.

"hey girls, come on in." he gestured his head for us to step into the house.

brett waved to alex as he stood in the kitchen with tyler, and a few other guys.

"can i leave you for like 10 minutes?" she asks me desperately.

i nod my head, not wanting to get in the middle of her and brett. she starts towards the kitchen, and meets up with him. i have a feeling that 10 minutes will probably last the whole night. grayson notices the situation, considering that he's still standing next to me.

"ethan's upstairs." he whispers in my ear just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

i smile back and thank him as i quickly go up to his room. i turn the metal handle, revealing a women folding laundry, and putting it into ethans drawers. i'm slightly taken back by it, not expecting to run into anyone but ethan. i assumed it was their mom, but they've never really talked about their parents, nor have i seen them.

"oh, hello." she greets me with a smile, "who might you be?"

she continues to fold laundry as i respond with, "i-im eve. i'm one of ethan and graysons friends." that was the best i could say aside from 'i think i have a thing with one of your sons but it's kinda complicated.'

"well it's nice to meet you, i'm lisa." she holds out her free hand that isn't holding an article of clothing, for me to shake.

i gladly shake it, as i hear footsteps quickly walking behind me.

"i was just about to come find you." ethan's raspy yet deep voice fills my ears as his hands wrap around me from behind.

lisa seems to not be concerned with the situation whatsoever, as if it were a normal thing that a girl had randomly walked into ethans room.

"i'll leave you two alone." she assures us as she picks up ethan's hamper, and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"does she think i'm-" a pit of nervousness formed in my stomach at the thought of her thinking that i'm just another hookup.

"she knows who you are." ethan confirms, leaving a kiss on my cheek, and letting go of me.

i'm relieved, yet still confused. has he talked about me? or has he talked about us?

i walk over to the full body mirror, leaning against the wall. i adjust my shirt and jeans slightly, due to them being wrinkled from ethans large arms wrapping around me.

he sits on his bed, a puzzled look on his face.

"what?" i question, looking over to him.

"how do you look perfect in just jeans and a tee shirt?" he keeps his eyes on nothing but my body, scanning over what felt like very inch.

"stop." i smile slightly, putting my arms over myself due to self consciousness.

"you don't have to be shy around me." he says, flicking his eyebrows slightly as his tongue explores the inside of his cheek.

"shit, i just want to brag to everyone about you." he almost whispers, looking to the floor, not wanting me to see his blush.

it's amazing how he can go from hot to soft in a matter of seconds.

i slowly walk over to him, standing in between his legs. i let my hands explore his hair, running my hands through the small curls that it consisted of.

i want to just say it. i want to ask if he considers what we have to be just a "thing", or if he wants us to be official. then again, at this point i just want to be happy, but i'm happy when i'm with him.

"i'm nothing really to brag about." i shake my head, still playing with his hair.

"i could talk about you for hours, so that's not true." he scoffs at my response as his hands travel to my waist, applying a slight pressure as he plays with the waistband of my jeans.

his hands begin to go only a little bit up my shirt, causing me to flinch slightly from the warm ness of his fingers that are soothingly rubbing my sides. he pulls my body closer to him. the pace of my heart beat quickens, wanting more. just by a touch, he does this to me.

he pulls me on top of him as we are now laying on his bed. i giggle at his actions, making him flip me over, his elbows how resting on each side of my head.

his hazel eyes are darker than usual, filling with more and more lust the longer i look at them. he slowly lowers himself, our chests now touching. his hand comes in contact with my cheek rubbing it ever so slightly to show affection.

i close my eyes as he begins leaning closer, but he decides not to connect our lips.

"god, i wish i could kiss you." he says in the smoothest voice possible, one i don't think i've ever heard.

but shit, i loved it.

"why can't you?" i question, desperately wanting his lips on mine.

"because i won't be able to control myself." he nearly whispers as his voice grows lower.

"then don't." i challenge, gently running my hand up his arm.

i couldn't believe what came out of my mouth, but i honestly didn't care. i wanted to know if he loves me or not, and what he does right now will prove it to me.

instead of kissing me, he gets off of me, completely throwing me off guard. i sit up on my elbows, confused.

"what did i do?" i question as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

"nothing, don't worry." he assures me, grabbing my hand to pull me up.

"then why'd you stop?" i ask, still disappointed.

"i told you, i wouldn't be able to control myself, and we're at a party." i stood up, allowing him to kiss me on the head, leaving me un satisfied.

"and if we weren't at a party..." i question, leaning closer to him as i begin whispering again.

his voice grows seductive as he laughs to himself, "you have no idea."

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