Whisper | E.D

TWENTY ONE

"You lied this is my house!" He says turning to me looking mad. Fuck

"Yeah, change of plans! They are going to meet us here" I say nervously hopefully I convinced him.

"Agh they better be hot" I mentally groan at his comment and get him out of the car. Helping him to the door.

"Okay unlock the door" I say leaning against the wall taking a breather from his weight.

"There in my pocket princess" He says smiling

"Just get the keys out" I say irritably. It's cold, I'm wearing Satin, not wearing a proper bra and I'm sweating. Not a peachy combo.

He crosses his arms as he leans against the door. I groan loudly not being able to get myself out of this situation.

"Front pocket" he sends me a wink.

I smile at him sarcastically as I slide my hand in his front pocket trying to go fast feeling for the keys.

"Oh, it's the other one. Oops" I pull my hand out immediately. "You fuck" I curse digging my hand in the other pocket.

I grab a hold of something feeling to see if it was the keys. But it was far from that feeling.

"Uh that's not the keys" he says laughing. I realize I just grabbed onto his dick.

"ETHAN just give me the keys!" I scream whipping my hand against his shoulder. He holds out the keys from behind him and dangles them in my face with a smirk.

I grab his wrist out of my face. "Open. The. Door."

"Or. what." He says between steps, closing the space between us. The fabric of my dress just touches his shirt. Just the slight contact made my stomach overwhelmed. I hold my breath feeling completely frozen in place. I couldn't move, I couldn't even say anything.

He steps away from and gives a sharp exhale through his nose laughing at me. I process the only feeling of him is in my right wrist. I let go slowly. With the same smirk, he opens the door immediately tumbling in. He starts to head to the kitchen.

I quickly lock the door after me and go to see what he is doing. He opens the fridge pulling out a container of Quinoa. He closes the fridge door and stumbles back almost falling over himself.

"Shit" I say grabbing onto his arm.

"Hey save it for the babes," He says brushing my arm off his. As if my touch was rancid. Wow, how can he go from so alluring to repulsive in seconds.

"Sit down I will do it" I say grabbing the container putting it into the microwave. I'm also not going to let the fact that he just referred me as a "nonhot babe" to heart.

I make two coffees.

"How much longer?!" He wines like a baby.

"Soon" I say bringing him the coffee cup slowly.

"Wait" He says grabbing onto my arm. He doesn't say anything for a little bit and just stares at me.

"What?"

"Never mind, I thought you were one of the hot girls" I pull my arm away from him roughly.

"You know what. Can you please just stop talking for fucking 5 minutes?" I say madder now. My mind trails to Elijah's hurtful phrases for me. Lots and lots of things he said run through my head. Thankfully distracted by the microwave beep.

I pull out the container and grab a fork setting it down in front of him. He doesn't say anything and starts eating.

I sip my coffee for a few minutes as my mind returns to the dark thoughts of Elijah. How I am possibly sitting next to a recreation of him.