The cold water had stilled around my body as the feeling of a chilly breeze created goosebumps on my skin as I was lifted out of the tub. My eyes wavered as I was met by a shirtless Ethan looking down at me. Arms enveloped me in warmth as I snuggled my head into the crevice of his neck, reveling the heat from his body. Releasing me from his hold, I felt cold once again as I wrapped myself in a towel while our eyes held each others gazes. He gave me a boyish grin as he stroked his chin cheekily, his eyes hungrily raking my exposed legs.
"Don't think of it", I said to him, smacking his butt as I exited the bathroom.
Things are going to change ...they will never be the same
And I had made peace with that. I had to if I wanted things to work. It's not like Ethan is like "HIM".
My heart has only been broken once and because of him, that part of it will always remain that way. He didn't deserve me , but I still gave him a chance. I gave him all the capacity of breath my lungs could contain and he blew it.
I need to accept it. I need to move on.
His body might have moved on, but I know his mind still latches onto my memories...
Did I rush into this too fast? Maybe I wasn't healed from what had ended earlier this year. He loved you though. The lie i continuously fed myself over and over again was stilled buried in the hollowed parts of my chest, where my once -bleeding heart resided.
"Thinking hard love?"
Once again , I averted my attention back to his voice. To my surprise , he stood there in all his 6ft1 glory in dark faded jeans and rugged leather jacket, basking in the glory my eyes paid him as they studied the new tattoo on his exposed chest. The small black ink painting his abdomen in Italian was Grayson's idea of embracing their heritage. I still remember them inking it on like it was yesterday. (Find Italian saying)...
"Sorry...huh?", I asked, gaining focus once again.
He chuckled lightly, pulling me into his hard embrace, allowing me to feel his warm skin against my own.
"Your head is in the clouds...care to come down to talk? ", he asked against my wet hair.
"No, it's okay. It was just a silly thought". Was it though ? It had to be, right?
"It didn't look like it, seeing as though you were blank for so long . Is there something you're not telling me ?", he asked, furrowing his brows. Something he did when he knew he was being bullshitted.
"Can we drop it please? We've just resolved other issues and have built a bridge. We don't need to rehash other past memories "
Removing himself from me, he took a seat at the edge of the bed, folding his arms. Looking up, he locked his eyes with mine, signaling that he wasn't ready to let it go.
"Ethan, are we really doing this right now?", I asked, exasperated by his childish attitude.
"You ask for us to be open to one another , yet you refuse to talk to me about what's bothering you. What do you expect me to do?. So yeah, we are doing this right now ", he said, his face cold as stone.
Silence.
That's all that filled the stale air with our eyes still watching each other. No words , just the sound of our breaths filling the space between us.
Huffing, he stood up from the bed. As he was about to leave through the door, he turned to face me, his eyes mirroring my glossy ones.
"If you're not going to tell me everything...please just answer this", he started, his voice filled with hesitation.
