City Lights | Ethan Nestor x Reader

Tension

I woke up to wet, fluffy kisses.

"Lem, get off of me!" I laughed. Lemmy wagged his soft, curly tail back and forth wildly. I rolled over and checked my phone. 10:47am. 

Messages: 1 new notification

My stomach jumped. I unlocked my phone, telling myself to calm down. It was probably just my mom or something. 

Nope, Ethan had texted me. I flushed red.

You're...amazing. I wish last night lasted forever. Come over today, I swear we will only watch a movie. 

Goosebumps crawled up my arms. A part of me hoped it wasn't just a movie. Flashes of last night clicked through my mind. His hand on my waist. Tucking my hair behind my ear. I immediately chastised myself. Stop it. Stop that. Go to the movie and control yourself. 

I rolled out of bed, a smile crossing my face. I sent a text back.

Good morning to you too. Pick me up at noon?

He started typing back instantly. I smiled and set my phone down on the bathroom counter, turning the shower on. 

A few minutes later, I toweled off my hair and wiped the steam off my phone screen. Ethan had replied. He clearly had no patience.

Of course. 

I walked into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Lindsay had left a smoothie in the fridge, a sticky note on the frosty glass.

This boy seems interesting. Or boys, even. I'm sure guys don't last long with a heartbreaker like you. I'll be home at 5. 

XOXO, Lin

I rolled my eyes playfully. I knew I'd have to give her some details soon enough. She tends to get things out of me in a way most people can't.

After about four changes of clothes and an hour in the bathroom, I had picked the perfect outfit. Just enough skin showing to be playful and summery. It was truly a masterpiece. I checked my phone. 11:55. Checking the mirror one last time, I stepped out of the bathroom.

Of course, Ethan's car was already in the driveway, and he was leaning on the hood. I stepped into the bright July heat, my heart beating faster and faster as I walked up to him.

It was almost impossible to keep eye contact with him.

"Boo." A hint of a smirk hid behind his smile. His gray t-shirt hung loosely over his biceps. 

"Hey," I said meekly, laughing. "You're not very patient."

Ethan laughed, his leaden-blue eyes fixated on me.

"C'mon." He opened my door for me. I moved my hair in an attempt to cover my ears flushing red.

"So, uh. What kinda movie are we watching?"

His eyes darted over to me and then back to the road. The tension was blatantly obvious. It lingered after every sentence, settling into every corner. 

"I was thinking something scary. You like horror, right?"

"Duh! I thought you were the scaredy-cat."

His house was about a 20 minute drive from mine, but it felt like hours. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His eyes, his hand gripping the steering wheel, his sharp jawline. We continued to ignore the tension, chatting until he pulled into the driveway. 

Ethan helped me out of the car. I still couldn't believe it. How could he seem so flustered and anxious on screen, and barely skip a beat in real life? What kind of fuckery? 

By the time he had showed me into the living room, I had calmed down a bit. We sat on the couch about a foot apart. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?!" I giggled nervously. 

He smiled coyly at me, and reached his arm around my waist. 

"Get over here."