City Lights | Ethan Nestor x Reader

Secrets

He watched me come over to him, jaw clenched, lips curved into a flirtatious smirk. A burst of confidence washed over me as I gently pushed him into the wall, tilting my head up towards his...

I pulled away from him and checked my phone. It had only been ten minutes, but that's kind of a long time to be making out with someone. He pulled his hands away from my waist.

"Damn." His eyes looked me over as he leaned against the wall. 

"Shut up." I could feel my entire face getting hot, my mind racing. I walked over to one of the windows, looking at all the bright, neon lights in the city blurring into each other like watercolors. I focused my eyes on the window, looking at my reflection in the spotless glass. I saw Ethan's reflection come up behind me, running his hand through his hair. He joined me at the window, hands in his jean pockets again. My thoughts had started to slow down, until I remembered Ethan's text from earlier tonight. I wanted to look him in the eyes, but I was too scared, so I just spoke while looking out the window. 

"When you said you were thinking about...everything, in your text. What did you mean?"

He was quiet for a while, and I almost wasn't sure if he heard me. I looked over at him. He was looking out the window still, with another cryptic look in his eyes. He laughed nervously, turning towards me. 

"I don't think I know you that well yet."

The way he talked to me was so surprising. On camera, he seems so soft and shy, and here...Well. I didn't mind, though. Being honest, I was a little into it. 

"Come back to my place," he said, his voice low and smooth. "We can watch a movie." 

If it was just a movie, I might have said yes. But clearly, this was not going to be just a movie. I kind of wondered what was going through his head. He had just met me, and beyond that, I was a fan. If someone found out about this, his entire career could fall apart. 

"Ethan...I'm a fan. Even if I'm just a hookup, you could get in trouble for this."

"No, Y/N. You're different, I can tell."

"Ethan, come on. Are you drunk or something? I'm not different. I'm just me, an-and you just met me. I'm the same as any other person."

He looked away from me, and then back at me.

"Okay, well let me get to know you then. Let's talk," he said, gesturing at the conference table."

God damn, he was relentless.