ethan always had this specific scent he said he loved. i never really knew what it was, and i always asked him to tell me. he never did. he would just tell me "you know."
i thought about all the possibilities of what his favorite scent could be as i made us breakfast. ethan was still asleep upstairs and i didn't have the heart to wake him up. his face was so relaxed and soft, his hair was messy, and his chest rose and fell with calm breaths. he looked too soft. it killed me.
i made us pancakes, ethan's favorite.
maybe it's mint. no. what about an earthy scent? like sandalwood or some shit. ugh fuck.
i became frustrated. how do i know it? is it something he wore? something i wore?
my thoughts get interrupted as i hear god himself comes down the stairs from his slumber. his hair is probably going in every direction and his eyes are most likely barley open. i know he still looked perfect without even having to look.
"hey sleepy head." i say over my shoulder, still working on the pancakes.
he yawns, "hey emmo," in his deep morning voice.
i hear his footsteps come behind me and his arms slowly go around my stomach, his head resting on my shoulder. i could melt.
"you're gonna mess me up e,"i laugh lightly.
"you're doing great." he kisses me on my cheek, then on my neck, lingering.
"ethan." i warn, his breath hot in my neck. i was going to make out with this boy and burn the fucking house down.
"you're so hot." is all he mumbles as his hands travel underneath my shirt, resting on my skin.
how does this man woke up horny?!?
oh what the fuck.
i turn an connect our lips. my hands go to his chest, resting on the bare skin. didn't realize he was just in sweatpants. hot.
our kiss deepens, his teeth lightly pulling at my bottom lip. i moan and try to lean more into him, but its impossible. everything is touching, we can't get any closer.
his hands go to my breast, and hold them. i could tell he was getting impatient. i remove my mouth from his and go to his neck, staring to suck and give him hickeys. i kiss my way up to his ear, then lightly bite it. i was feeling adventurous.
"god emma i need you. i need to fuck you." he begs, growling in my ear. it makes me wet.
his hands go down to my underwear, his fingers slipping into the top slowly. my breath hitches and his warm hands trail slowly down.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
the smoke detector starts going off. it startles me, and i jump back from ethan. i see him get startled too, then frown from the loss of contact. i was kinda missing it too.
but i wasn't in the mood to fuck ethan right now. i mean like i was down, but now i'm not. it's going to happen soon though. i don't know how we've made it this long. our lips always find each other, like they were made to fit together like a puzzle.
i turn off the stove and grab a towel to fan away the smoke. ethan goes and opens a window, then disables the alarm.
i stare at the now burnt pancakes, "breakfast is served." i smile sweetly, gesturing to the black pieces of a sad attempt.
"umm," he scoots the pan off the burner, "how about philz?" he laughs, tucking hair behind my ear. he was always touching me. not that i don't want him to. it was cute.
