foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

twenty six

saturday morning

| ETHAN'S POV |

my lips traveled to her neck as i sucked harshly, causing a moan to escape her lips.

i continued to pleasure her, everywhere.

"e-ethan." she breathes against my skin.

like usual in my dreams, i'm unable to speak.

we keep going as both of us finish. i flop down next her, breathing heavily.

"ethan?" eve asks.

i nod my head.

"do you love me?"

i cant respond, making me furious. i open my mouth, no words.

"ethan?" she questions, as my dream slowly fades away.

-

"ethan?" eve whispers, fully waking me from my dream.

i rub my eyes, making my grip from her waist come loose, "what time is it?" i yawn.

"it's 9, we fell asleep last night!" she whisper shouts, obviously anxious about her parents, "ethan if they walk in here, we're both-"

"hey, it's okay." i cut in, "i'll figure it out." trying to comfort her, i place my hand under her chin, pulling her in to plant a kiss on her forehead.

my mind thinks fast, trying to find the best way i can sneak out. i scan her room, my eyes land on a large tree just outside the window. not wanting to crawl down it, i think of another solution.

"are they even awake?" my question is answered as the sound of voices and footsteps travel through my ears, coming from downstairs.

"shit." eve breathes, throwing the covers off of us.

she quickly jumps off of the bed, making her way towards her dresser. my eyes glance back at the window, as do hers.

"that's your only option." she sighs, throwing on a hoodie, "i'll go distract them."

not wanting to argue, i nod my head.

"see you on monday." i whisper and smile, as her hand comes in contact with the metal knob on her bedroom door, opening it to go downstairs.

before closing it, she sends me a smile as well, with a small lip bite at the very end that always drives me insane.

-

"have fun last night?" grayson chuckles from the kitchen as i walk through the front door.

i roll my eyes, "fuck you." as i kick off my shoes.

his eyebrows raise as his head tilts to the side slightly, "you didn't deny it."

i walk into the kitchen, going behind the counter to smack him on the back of the head.