ah's

iting, like a pillow, even though it's anything but soft. My body feels foreign to me. I feel

the ground, but Ethan grabs my wa

ores my accusation, I poke his nose with my pi

bridge of his nose, following each pinch with a soft "poop." Ethan lets

world coursing through it, yet at the same time, I

nes at the corners of his eyes-just two or so. His hair falls over his forehead, and if he leaned any closer, it would probably

ing his head violently. When I don't l

ore I go bald, so cut it out," he snaps.

highs. When they finally reach my knees, he scoops

. Everyone, we're

people smile, others just star

who even wave when Ethan says, "I had no

r, I wrap my arms around his neck-it's more comfortable that

r room," he states. From his tone, I can t

n't have to imagine you fucking me from behind," I

strike me

I just shot my shot, and

m like a hooke

none catch my attention like his lips-full, with a deep cupid's bow, a warm

all day if you l

at his lower lip. I'm about to d

offee-black, plain, ugl

ry chuckle. "And y

s my lips twitch

ecause you're so mean. Good t

mering with something raw and unguarded. My gaze darts away, s

," I say

s thickens-or maybe it's just him. Ei

hisper. My vision blurs as tears well up. We

card?" he asks, adjusting me so

dry, shaky laugh. His eyebrows lift sli

your room

That's when I realize-he barely ever calls me

's pretty, but I'm a way better kisser. All my exes can vouch for me," I

?" I sniffle. My voice is muffled because my

don't make out wi

me." I say it like it's a fact. Even though my face is parti

ll him my room number, and in no time, we're a

ly deciding the best place to put me. I yawn for what seems like the

hut when I hear him mut

te you,"

lse, I don't hear. Slee