Let Yourself Fall // sequel to My Ethan Karpathy

Chapter 52.

A/N: take a quick lookskies at the mediaaaa. That's the characters if anyone didn't know. Thank you TaylahHenley for making this. :)

PAISLEYS POV:

One week until he leaves. One week to either tell him, or run away while he's on tour. I want to do this, with him. If he doesn't want to stay, I don't know how I can. I don't think I can do this, no matter what. It's stuffing me up inside, my hormones going crazy. I either want to cry, kiss someone or throw up. This feeling goes on 24/7, and I can't do anything about it. I can't get it off my mind, and Holly is supposed to be coming home today. Speaking of Holly, my phone rings.

"Hey, Holly." I sigh.

"Paisley.. Um. I know I was only supposed to be a week, but are you and Ethan okay if I stay a few more days..? We are having trouble with some of the bank accounts." Holly asks, sort of sounding guilty.

"Yeah, but remember Ethan's going on tour next Sunday." I remind her.

"Yes, and I will be back by then."

"Okay, well we will be fine. See Ya soon."

"Bye." she answers, hanging up.

Another few days I have, this buys me a little more time to sort things out. I know I should tell someone, but I don't know how to. I want to tell Jai, he will be there for me. He will understand and won't judge me.

"Hey baby, Jai and Chris are coming over soon." Ethan says, walking into the room and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, okay." I say, hopefully louder than I thought.

"What's wrong?" He asks, seeing straight through me.

I'm just glad I'm not in a throwing up or crying mood right now, but unfortunately that means I want to kiss him. So I do. He looks a little taken aback, but then seems to relax right into it. His hands find themselves on my hips, rubbing his thumbs in small circles. My arms make their way up over his shoulders and around his neck, running my fingers through his hair. His breathing suddenly becomes heavier as he pulls away for a second.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Too quiet." he answers, flicking on the radio. 'Host of Angels' by Taylor Henderson comes on. I guess it's not a bad make out song, maybe just a little slow.

"That'll do." he says, looking straight into my eyes for a few moments. For a second I was so paranoid he would be able to read what's going on, but then he crashes his lips back into mine and replaces his hands on my hips. We stand there for a few more seconds, then he starts to push me backwards until I fall onto the bed, Ethan on top of me. He rolls us over so I'm on top and we continue to make out, me on top of him.

"You're not usually this eager," Ethan observes between kisses, moving down to my neck.

"Are you complaining?" I tease, moving onto his neck so he can talk.

"Definitely not." he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I rock back onto my knees slowly, Ethan sitting up with me. I place one hand on his chest and he automatically without thinking, puts his on mine. But of course that means it ended up on my boobs. He goes to move it, but realises i didn't try to stop him, so he creeps it back up to where it was. I can feel him smiling into the kiss, so I take this opportunity to let my tongue wander freely, catching him off guard. Since I had the head start, I won the tongue battle. I can't help myself, I tug on the hem of Ethan's shirt silently asking if it was okay.

"Uh ha." he breathes, leaving a trail of kisses along my collarbone so it's easy to get his shirt off. Once I finally get it off, I chuck it away, not even bothering to check where it went.