perfectly wrong | ethma

six

emma

i wake up and my room is completely pitch black. i feel a body laying next to mine. i roll over and i see ethan sleeping peacefully.

i don't want to move because he needs to sleep, but i have no clue how my mom will feel if she finds out he's sleeping in my bed.

i don't even remember falling asleep. i remember laying down with him and talking.

my phone buzzes on my night stand.

mom: ethan is welcome to stay. please be smart

i feel the need to wash my face. i carefully get up and out of bed and walk into my bathroom that's connected to my bedroom.

"em?" i hear ethan's deep voice. "what time is it?" he asks cuddling with one of my pillows.

"almost three in the morning," i reply. "go back to sleep."

"are you coming to lay back down?" he asks.

"i'll be there in a second," i say and shut the bathroom door behind me.

i splash some water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. what's happening? is this right? this cant possibly be the right time for this.

nothing is happening. i stopped it and i'll continue to stop it if anything else happens.

i dry my face off and go back into my room where ethan was already back to sleep. i change from my outfit i was wearing before. i change into sweats and a sports bra since it was hot in my room.

i climb back into bed and ethan pulls me close against him. i suddenly feel self conscious with his hand across my stomach and i go to move away.

"no shirt? you're just teasing me now," i can feel his smile against my shoulder.

just like that, my insecurities vanished and i felt more relaxed in his arms.

"go to bed ethan," i say with a smile on my face.

he groans and pulls away. "i can't now. i'm wide awake,"

i pull the covers towards me more. "well, i'm not. so, goodnight."

i hear him pull his shirt off and get close to me again. i can feel his abs against my skin. every inch of my body is on fire.

"ethan, quit." i say.

"quit what?" he asks. laughter is shortly followed by his question.

"you know what," i say.

i roll over to face him. a smirk is planted on his face and he licks his lips.

"ethan," i say. "you're hurting. i'm not going to be your rebound. if that's what you came her for, i'm sorry. i'm trying to be your friend here."

"okay," he replies. "i'll be your special friend."

i roll my eyes. "no," i say. "just friends. we won't kiss, hold hands, and you won't look at me the way you're looking at me right now."

he nods. "whatever you say, em." he rolls over. "goodnight."

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i wake up and i roll over to see if ethan's still here. he's gone. i look around the room and i see his shoes are still here.

i walk into the bathroom to shower and i see ethan standing in the shower. he's naked in my shower, okay. we're okay. i cover my eyes quickly and turn around. he laughs loudly and i'm sure my face is bright red.