𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 | 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒

nine

hey guys! i just wanted to say that i went back to the older chapters and added a song for each one so you can get more of the vibe off the writing. so maybe go check it out? re-read it and tell me what you think of the songs :)

love you all<3
-kylie aka vuittondoln on wattpad and twitter:)

ps, i'll be having a 'song of chapter' for every chapter from now on!
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song of the chapter-
your shirt- chelsea cutler

~emma~

i wake up with a massive headache. and it's almost unbearable to sit up straight. i'm groaning and moaning trying to prop myself up right.

i wipe my eyes to try and see straight. i notice that i'm not in my room, or bed that is.

i look to my left and see a big silver football helmet on top of a pair of leggings.

'omg..' i say to myself.

i look straight and see a pair of football pads on the back of a chair. then to a poster of a motorcycle on the bedroom door.

'OMG..'

then i look to the desk chair to see a pad (xl) that goes—down there—and a thong, next to a motorcycle helmet.

'OMG!!' i say again practically screaming in my head. then i look down to see that i'm in ethan's
t-shirt. i instantly start freaking out as i can't recall anything from last night.

'oh no no no!' i say to myself lifting up the bed sheets.

dress is missing, but underwear is still on. okay, we can work with that.

i sigh and rub my head again, causing me to groan.

i see someone walk in the room from my right.

sweat mercy...

i look to see a half naked ethan with nothing on but a towel hanging from his hips. his hair's still wet so i'm guessing he just got out of the shower.

he goes over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants, then turns around to look at me.

"sorry!" he says in his morning voice.

"it's okay." i say, my eyes still glued to the towel hanging loosely from his v-line.

"i didn't mean to wake you, i was just grabbing some clothes." he says.

"so..." i start, "how bad was i?" i rub my forehead again.

he places his hand on top of his desk, leans on it and faces me. "you were about to strip on the pool table, in front of a bunch of guys... then go skinny dipping." he gives an awkward half smile.

i drop my hands from my head to my lap, and my jaw follows.

"ughh!" i groan.

"i carried you out before too much came off."

i can't help but just sigh in how awful that could have been for him to watch.

"oh and you threw up on your dress." he says, pointing to his t-shirt that was barely oversized on my body, i'm guessing it shrunk in the wash or something.

"ugh ethan i—i am so sorry.." i say shaking my head.

"it's okay," he says now walking over to the bed, "but this was exactly what i was talking about emma.." then he leans on the bed's frame, exposing his huge muscles. this was so attractive. if i wasn't already in this bed, i would be throwing myself in it.