bitter | e.d

| twelve

SAME NIGHT
EVIE'S POV

there's a tap on my leg. 

my mind tells me it was nothing, so I settle myself back to sleep. 

but again, there's another tap on my leg. only this time, it's very distinctly a hand touching me. my eyes open in response, and the room is still almost pitch black. it must still be night.

now very aware that there's someone in my room, trying to get my attention at a time like this, I quickly flip onto my back and peer through the darkness. their figure is slightly backlit by the gleam through the thin curtains, and I can definitely tell it's a male.

and since only one male lives in this house and has access to my room, my heart starts pounding against my chest. andrew. it's interesting how I never used to fear him this much before but now he can simply be in the same room as me and already I have my guard up.

I swallow nervously and sit up to see him better. "what are you doing here?" my voice comes out somewhat shaky, scared to find out what he's doing in my bedroom at night.

"I wanted to see you," he responds. only that is definitely not andrew's voice. it's ethan's. I'm put at ease that it's actually ethan there and not my pervert of a stepdad. 

but that moment of relief is brief because now it dawns on me that ethan's here. in my bedroom. at night. just the two of us. alone.

he sits down at the foot of my bed, his weight making the mattress dip a little. I swallow and watch as he makes himself comfortable. "you wanted to see me?" I question in a low voice, since my mom and andrew are in the next room asleep by now. "did my text messages not make it clear enough that I don't want to see you?"

he chuckles softly, placing a warm hand on my knee. just resting it there. "do I look like someone that listens to orders, princess?" there he goes with that nickname again. 

"well, you should. and you shouldn't be here." I keep my voice firm despite being very aware that his hand is on my leg. something so simple, yet smart of him at the same time. 

next thing I know, his hand is moving higher, now on my thigh. his touch is making me feel tingly inside with nerves, and I think he's noticing.

"relax," he tells me, as if that'll automatically make me calm down. his hand on my thigh says otherwise. "I'm not gonna do anything."

I sit up on my elbows, finding his eyes. "you really shouldn't be here." my mind knows how wrong this is, but I honestly don't want him to leave. or take his hand off of me. he makes my blood rush and I like it.

"you know, I keep hearing you say I shouldn't be here, but not that you don't want me here." just by the cocky tone in his voice, I know he's smirking at me. I feel the mattress dipping again as he gets on top of me, one arm on either side of me. my breath catches in my throat due to our bodies now being pressed against each other.

"ethan." I say in a warning tone. he ignores me, of course, and dips his head down to my neck. I suddenly feel his soft lips press against the skin there, and I find it difficult to even breathe anymore. 

my mouth is agape, in complete shock. he's kissing my neck. ethan dolan is kissing my neck and I'm enjoying it. 

I bring a hand to his back, feeling like I need to hold onto something. his lips travel all over while he leaves wet kisses on me. I'm even unconsciously tilting my head to give him better access.

this is getting way out of hand.

it's my job to take this farther, get back in control. but I don't want to nor do I even know how to at this point. this is way out of my comfort zone. but ethan does this all the time.