Finding The Boy In The Player ((Book 1))

~~Chapter 41~~

A series of steps and movement got my eyes to flash open, for the morning.

 

"Ah, my head hurts like a b!tch"

 

I smiled instantly. I knew whose voice that was behind the bathroom door. After a flush and water being turned on- then off- Ethan who was looking tired stepped out of the bathroom.

 

"And a good morning to you" I teased.

 

His face became bright once his eyes laid on my own. "At least you look better than me. What happened last night?" he asked.

 

I let out a small laugh. Last night was definitely gonna stick in my mind. Who knew Ethan could get drunk and act like a child?

 

"You got drunk" I summed it up with a tight smile.

 

He face fell instantly. "Oh god. Did I- did I take advantage of you?" he asked sincerely.

 

My face formed a frown. "Take advantage of me? Does that happen whenever you're drunk? You take advantage of girls?" I gasped in horror.

 

"What? No! I mean seriously talking, who says I need to be drunk to get laid?" he motioned to his face. Exaggerating that he was handsome.

 

"Right" I said sarcastically. "That's probably the reason why some girls wanna kick your balls" I said giving him a side glance in distaste.

 

He choked out a shock laugh. "What?"

 

"Nothing" I said getting off the bed and stretching out with a loud yawn.

 

"DAISY! Are you awake!"

 

I could hear Aunt Jade's footsteps pat the floor beneath her in a hurry.

 

"Get out of sight, Ethan! She'll have a panic attack if she finds you here! God knows what she'll think of us!" I pushed Ethan's hard chest towards the closet.

 

"She'll think we had sex?" Ethan wiggled a brow at me.

 

I slapped him hard.

 

"Ow!" Ethan hissed as I pushed him into my dark closet.

 

"Now stay in there and shut up! I don't want Aunt Jade finding you in my room!" I shot back in fear.

 

"Fine. But I'll let you know, I'll be thinking about how this would feel... being shoved in a closet with you next to me!" he joked.

 

I kicked Ethan at his shin as soon as he was crisscrossed in my closet, floor.