I walk to the guest room to clean up and change because there is no way I could do anything in my clothes, but I don't have spare clothes with me. I walk upstairs to Ethan's room to ask him if he has anything that I could wear after I take a shower. I get to the top of the stairs, and there are two doors. One by the left and another by the right, I knock on the door by the right, hoping it's Ethan's room. A shirtless Ethan with only his sweatpants on, answers the door. Ya Allah is this some type of punishment or something. Why do I keep seeing his gorgeous body all day? I quickly look to the floor; I don't want to look at his chest.
"How can I help?" Ethan says once he answers the door
"Please could you put on a shirt," I say playing with my fingers, holding myself from looking up to that amazing body of his.
"Why?" Ethan asks confused
"Because it's not good for me to stare."
"Stare at what," Ethan says and even though I can't see his face. I can feel the smirk gracing his face right now.
"At this," I say pointing at his chest
"Oh, you mean my amazing body," Ethan says smiling
"Ethan, please put on a shirt," I say praying he makes this torture end soon
"I will, but you have to tell me why."
"Because it's sinful to stare at your body."
"Really, but I am not complaining and one look at you I can tell you want to have a look," Ethan says smirking.
"In Islam it is sinful," I say praying he will finally agree to put on a shirt.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know. I will put something on" Ethan says and walks back into his room to wear his shirt.
"It's fine,"
"So, what brings you to my room," He says fully dressed.
"I wanted to ask you if you could lend me something to change into after I shower," I say feeling very shy and awkward to be asking Ethan such. I wish Grace were around; it would have to be her I would have asked not him.
"Yeah sure, just walk to my closet and pick what you like," Ethan says, moving from the door so I could walk into his room.
"No, I can't do that. Just give me anything you like."
"I don't know what to give you, so pick yourself."
"Anything is fine."
"Adina we could go on forever, and I would still say the same thing. Walk to my closet and pick what you like."
"Alright fine," I say, walking into his room. His room is beautiful; the walls are painted grey. He has a king-sized bed with white bedsheets and a black duvet. The headboard is black, and so are the pillows. Everything is black in the room from the curtains to the side table. There are two doors in the room.
"I will be in the shower if you need me," Ethan says and enters the door by the left.
I walk to the door by the right, guessing it's his closet. I open the door, and I am greeted with all the types of young male clothes you know exist in the world. Jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, demi jackets and a lot more. He has different collections of shoes. I don't even want to start listing them because I won't finish anytime soon. I look around me, and I don't even know what to pick. After thinking about what to pick, I choose a pair of sweatpants, but they are too big, so I drop them. I choose a black t-shirt that I am sure stops at my thighs. I look around some more before I see a pair of basketball shorts with a rope around the waist, I can use the rope to make it my size. I carry them and walk out to take a shower because I am starting to get sticky with all the icing sugar all over my body.
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The American (BWWM)
Romance"What?" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep, rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, with a solid build. His deep grey eyes are glaring at me right now. His jawline is so sharp I'm sure it can cut through anything. "You hit me, s...
