Good Morning (gray)

Summary: Grayson gets a little good morning surprise from Y/N

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

a/n: ugh, i would wake gray up with a blowjob every morning ok 

I woke up only moments before Grayson, pushing myself up on my elbows as I lay on my stomach, studying his serene face.

His full lips were parted in deep breaths, the occasional snore rumbling from his throat. His long lashes kissed his cheekbones, his tan skin smooth and slightly pink from the warmth beneath the thick duvet.

I pulled my body in closer to his, my bralette clad chest pushing against his rigid body. We were both still half naked from the night before, and I wanted nothing more than to repeat last nights lustful actions.

I ran my hand down Grayson’s bare chest, his eyes fluttering as he stirred from his sleep.

“Good morning,” I squeaked, in a voice almost too sweet for whatever time it was. Grayson squinted as he blinked his eyes open, his body slightly contorting into a stretch as a little groan left his lips.

“It’s fucking warm in here,” Grayson grunted, his morning voice apparent and endearing as he kicked the duvet from his legs.

I walked my elbows closer to him until I was sprawled over his chest, my lips reaching to kiss his stubbly chin.

“And I’m starving,” Grayson sighed as his hand met my back and his eyes fluttered closed again.

“I ordered breakfast then fell back asleep,” he explained as my hand that was previously on his chest started to drift lower, my fingertips lightly grazing his warm skin as they travelled to the tops of his boxers.

“I got you blueberry açai,” He hummed, eyes still closed, ignoring my advances on him.

I kissed his chin again, trailing my lips to the corner of his as my hand gripped him over his boxers.

“Mhm,” I hummed out to him, moving my hand over his length through his boxers.

Grayson was on his phone probably checking the status on the Postmates as I started to feel him hardening at my touch.

“He’s gonna be here in—fuck, 5 minutes,” He announced as I traced the outline of him over his boxers still.

I just nodded, not even looking at him as I started to pull back the elastic on his boxers. He lifted his hips slightly so I could pull the material the rest of the way down from his hips, his length resting against his snail trail and reaching towards his bellybutton.

I danced my fingertips along his length, tracing each ridge and bump around his veins as a deep groan floated from Grayson’s lips.

“Do you think we can do this in 5 minutes?” He asked, raising his head from the pillow to watch me as I pressed my tongue flat to his head.

“That’s up to you,” I replied, lips moving against his head and making his lip quiver in pleasure.

I dragged my tongue from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head as Grayson reached out and grabbed onto my jaw as he watched me. As soon as I slid my lips over him, his head tilted back in ecstasy.

“Fuck. 5 minutes is plenty,” he groaned as I slid my lips farther down him, my tongue pressing against him as I did so.

I worked my hand from the base up, his silky skin warm and soft in my hand as I felt him harden more. Grayson had one hand behind his head, holding himself up from the pillow so he could watch me whilst the other desperately grasped a handful of my hair, wrapping his fist in it as I continued my actions.

I focused on the head as I looked up at him through my lashes, my tongue tracing the underside the head, my lips pursing over him.

“Fuck, I wish I had time to fuck you right now,” Grayson groaned as I smiled against his length, satisfied with his words.

The combination of my hand and mouth on him must have been sending him into a restless frenzy above me as I felt his fingers clenching in my hair, his thighs tense and his abdomen flexing as he breathed deeply.

His taste filled my mouth, my whole body lusting for him as I looked up and saw his eyes showing me the same.

“Fuck, angel,” he breathed out as he started to lift his hips from the bed to buck towards my mouth.

“2 minutes,” he reminded me as I pushed his hips back from my face, trying to plant them back into the mattress despite our time constraint.

“Oh shit, no, no, he’s around the corner,” Gray sounded panicked and disappointed, his hand in my hair pushing me farther onto his length.

I let him be in a control for a few seconds, controlling the bob of my head on him before I pulled back, intent on finishing him off with my hand.

“Fuck, I’m there,” Grayson groaned, hand still wound in my hair as I moved my hand over his length.

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to the underside of his head once more and that was all it took for him to orgasm, his warm finish spilling over my fist.

Grayson hardly had a few seconds to recover before there was a swift and loud knock on the door, signalling that the food was here.

“Oh my god, this is the best morning ever,”

Athletes Temper (eth)

Summary: Y/N is mad at Ethan for getting suspended from his hockey team for a few games, and how on earth is E ever going to make it up to her? 

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

a/n: hi babies, E plays for the Rangers in this because it’s his fav team!! and god damn would he ever be a hot hockey player im shveating

I turned on the TV just as the highlights from the game between Ethan’s team, the Rangers, and the Blackhawks came on Sportsnet.

I couldn’t make it to the home game tonight because of a work obligation, but I was hoping to catch the gist of it before Ethan returned home from the arena.

“We got a pretty intense fight between Dolan and Hayden tonight from that first face off in the third period,” the commentator announced as they replayed a clip of Ethan and John Hayden from the Blackhawks, squaring off in front of each other.

Ethan’s head was hung low, concentrating on his opportunity to steal the puck away from the opposing team and finish this leading game on a high note. It almost looked like it was going to go in his favour, before Ethan took a step back, the ref saying something to Hayden as E shook his stick out in his hands.

The ref called him back, and Ethan and Hayden were both back to crouching low over the spot where the puck would be dropped, their sticks blocking each others for their equal chance at victory.

As soon as the puck was dropped, Ethan got the back of his stick on it, flicking it backwards towards his teammate before he dropped his stick and went for Hayden.

“Looks like a line brawl to start off the third period, Dolan versus Hayden trying to be separated at the blue line,” the commentator continued as I watched with baited breath as Ethan attempted to tackle Hayden around the torso, Haydens fists going straight for the top of Ethan’s head.

I gasped as I watched Ethan’s head get pummelled by Hayden’s gloves, tucking my legs underneath me as my entire body tensed up.

Ethan ripped his body from Haydens, quickly shedding his gloves before grabbing onto Hayden’s jersey and throwing hard left hooks onto the side of his face.

“Dolan is angry–” the first commentator said.  

“Is he ever, he’s looking like he wants to tear him to shreds,” the second commentator interrupted the first as I watched Ethan push Hayden’s body against the boards, simultaneously trying to pull his body down to the ice whilst still coming at him with punches.

“No, no, no, no,” I repeat as Hayden tries to grab the neckline of Ethan’s jersey, ripping the helmet from his head and revealing the opportunity for E to get a serious head injury.

Ethan pushes Hayden’s hand from his jersey as the pair trip over their dropped sticks and fell to the ice, punches still flying left, right, and centre.

I almost couldn’t watch, my face physically contorted into a cringe as I heard the front door click open, followed by Ethan’s grunt as he dragged his hockey bag through the threshold of our apartment.

The heavy bag dropped with a thud onto the hardwood just beyond the door frame, Ethan’s deep exhale accompanying it.

“E,” I called out for him as I tossed the remote on the couch beside me, yearning yet afraid to see his face.

All I got was silence in return, causing me to stand up to go investigate.

Ethan’s head was hanging towards the floor in the dark foyer, snatching his beanie off his head and throwing it onto the floor before shoving his suit jacket down his tired arms slowly.

Players had to wear suits to and from games, which Ethan hated. He was always first to shed the uncomfortable clothes once he was behind closed doors and away from cameras.

All that could be heard between the two of us was Ethan’s heavy breathing, a little groan caught on the end of each breath as he kicked his dress shoes from his feet.

“Baby, I am so sorry I wasn’t there,” I hummed out sympathetically, hoping it was enough to turn E’s mood around.

Ethan finally looked up at me, his left eye rimmed with a blooming red and purple bruise, circling the underside of his eye and cheekbone. His eyebrow must have been split open because he was also sporting white bandage tape across an inch long gash across his brow bone. The lack of light in the shadowy hallway wasn’t doing his injury any justice, possibly making his eye look worse than it was.

“E, oh my god,” I started towards him, intent on checking out the damage.

Ethan flinched away from me, a small grin playing at his lips that had me confused.

“It’s fine, I won,” he practically smirked, trying to hide his pride by looking at his feet as he ran a hand through his hair casually.

“Sorry, are you smiling right now? What’s going on?” I demanded, hand going to rest on my lower back.

“Don’t worry about it. I beat the shit out of him,” Ethan said with a shake of his head, resisting my question as he stalked past me into the living room.

“Dolan’s got 2 games for the fight against Hayden. We’ll be anxious to see what happens when the two teams face off again next month on Chicago turf–” Ethan grabbed the remote and changed the channel as the commentator blared out his fate throughout our apartment.

“Ethan! You got suspended?” I exclaimed, eyes wide as Ethan simply tossed the remote to his side without another look at me.

“Its fine!” Ethan almost shouted back at me, giving me an exasperated glance, lips parted and eyes wide as he begged me not to question it any further.

I opened my mouth to retort, but stopped myself as I imagined him only growing angrier at my need to ‘be in his business’.

“What happens on the ice and in the locker room is none of your business, or any of the other girls for that matter,” Ethan would always say to me whenever it looked like there was a rivalry between him and another team.

I tried to leave it alone, slumping down beside Ethan on the couch and trying to focus on the re-run of Friends he had switched to. But, I couldn’t get the image of Ethan’s fist colliding with Hayden’s face out of my mind.

Ethan must have noticed my ongoing discomfort with his answer as he brought his arm around my shoulders in an attempt to soothe me, curling me into his body as his fingers tickled my shoulder.

His lips met my temple, kissing gently to the spot just beneath my ear as I chewed on my lip.

“He was making some…inappropriate comments about you. I did what I had to do,” he all but whispered into my ear, giving the shell a small kiss after.

I let out an exaggerated breath, eyes closing so he couldn’t see my rolling them at him.

“E,” I started, but he brought his free hand to cup my cheek, thumb pushing against my lips.

“No, I don’t want to her anything else about it. It happened. It’s done. Don’t worry about it,” Ethan insisted, eyes looking deep into mine as I gave him a slow nod in agreement.

I had to admit, the injury on him was sort of hot.

It represented his masculinity, and his want and need to protect me against someone else’s stupid comments.

I loved Ethan’s jealousy. I also loved the fact that he could physically protect me if he had to.

I felt a stir between my thighs as I looked over his hardened face, his stiff jaw, his pursed lips, and his soft eyes.

I smiled, his thumb still on my lips.

“Kiss me,” I practically begged him through a whisper.

Ethan immediately obliged, moving his thumb onto my cheek as he brought his red lips to mine, pressing gently.

He gave me a few pure kisses, wet lips parting slowly on each kiss.

He pulled back, rubbing his thumb over my cheek to signal me to open my eyes. I wanted more from him though.

“More,” I begged him, pushing my lips back towards his.

Again, Ethan obliged with a gentle chuckle as he pushed his lips back to mine, intensifying the movement of his lips against mine, and dragging out the kiss longer this time.

His hand trailed up my thigh, grabbing onto the rear of it and pulling it swiftly over his lap so I could straddle his legs.

I hummed in appreciation of his actions into his mouth, earning a grin into the kiss from Ethan.

Both of Ethan’s hands moved to my waist, keeping me close to him as I pushed my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan mumbled out a laugh against my lips as my forehead pressed against the fresh cut on his own.

Our lips parted with a gentle smack as I leaned back and gasped in apology, my thumb reaching up to run around the area gently.

Ethan’s eyes watched my every move, hands on my waist moving to my ass as his fingers hooked into the top of my leggings, trying to pulling them down.

“You’re going to tear them,” I warned him with a smile as I reached my hand behind me to attempt to grab onto his wrist.

“Why don’t you take them off for me, then?” he suggested, a mischievous grin still playing on his lips as I stood and did as I was told.

Ethan, still watching my every move, began to unbutton his white dress shirt as I kicked my leggings from my ankles.

I practically moaned when I saw his taut abdomen revealed under the crisp white shirt.

I could never get tired of Ethan, never get tired of his body, and never get tired of what he did to me.

“Panties too,” he reminded me as his hands abandoned the buttons on his shirt and went to undo his belt and zipper.

I took no time in shimmying the thin material down my thighs, leaving them pooling at my ankles as I stepped out of them, desperate to get back to Ethan.

Even though Ethan was exhausted from the game, his muscles spent and pushed to their limits, his grip on my hips as he pulled me back down to the couch told me different.

“How do you want me?” he just about purred into my ear as soon as he had me back on top of him.

I thought about it for a second, giving Ethan a sweet kiss before climbing off of him and laying back on the soft cushions beside him.

“Like this,” I simply hummed out as Ethan took the hint, standing and pulling his belt from its loops before snaking himself on top of me.

“Don’t be gentle,” I whimpered into his ear as he entered me slowly.

And gentle he was not.

Ethan was anything but gentle as he took the rest of his rage from the altercation out on my body, giving me no mercy as he pulled, spanked, and squeezed whatever he could get his hands on as he pounded into me.

At the end of it all, I lay atop the couch, tender skinned and out of breath.

I swear I could practically feel the fingerprint shaped bruises forming around my hipbones and collarbones where Ethan had gripped onto me for dear life.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to tell Ethan that that was everything I had wanted and more, he spoke.

“No one says shit about you. Ever. You understand?” he panted, chest rising and falling with not only his rapid breaths but his still flowing anger from earlier in the evening.

I nodded through a grin, grabbing onto the back of his neck and pulling Ethan in for a kiss.

“I understand,” I mumbled, kissing his athletes temper from his lips.

You Again (eth)

Summary: Y/N and Ethan finally cross paths after college separates them, but what happens when a few too many drinks makes it feel as if they were never apart? 

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

a/n: an ethan one because, well…hes fucking hot and im trying SO hard not to be in his lane anymore. so we’ll see how long this lasts.

“Okay, don’t turn around yet, but Ethan just walked in and he looks so fucking good,” my friend practically moaned as her eyes drifted over my head and to the door behind me.

My stomach sky rocketed into my throat, using every ounce of strength in my body to not turn around and let my eyes search our small hometown bar for the boy that had held my heart for far too long.

I hadn’t seen Ethan since we graduated high school, and now we were almost through with college. For lack of better words, I had been absolutely dying to see him again.

“Where is he going? Is he coming this way? Who’s he with?” I spat out, hardly letting myself breathe as I struggled to keep my composure.

In high school, Ethan was always the more quiet and shy twin beside his brother Grayson.

Grayson was always the center of attention, always the best athlete, and always known as the hottest in the grade.

Ethan, on the other hand, was intriguing to me as he was humble, quiet, and didn’t know that he was good looking; which made him more attractive to me.

“Relax! He’s with Gray and Ryan,” my friend gave me wide eyes, embarrassed that I couldn’t quite hold myself together.

I let out a nervous breath, knowing that by the time I finished my drink, all I would want to do is approach him and shoot my shot.

Which I would inevitably regret the following day.

Just as predicted, as I downed the last of my rum and coke, I found myself casually looking around the crowded bar, praying that I could nonchalantly catch sight of Ethan.

I turned back to the bar after an inconclusive room scan, immediately spotting Ethan on the opposite side of the bar; and his eyes were on me.

I quickly looked away, turning back towards my friends and pretending as if I had been engrossed in their conversation forever.

My friend swivelled in her bar stool to face me, catching my pink cheeks and hot ears as I smiled awkwardly under Ethan’s gaze.

“Ethan’s had his eyes on you since he walked in,” her lips turned into a crooked smile as she leaned on the bar, her chin resting in her open palm.

“No he hasn’t,” I shook her off, literally shaking my head at her in order to keep my racing heart and running mind at bay.

She simply nodded at me, the same grin tugging at her lips.

“Let’s go over there…talk to them,” she suggested, already sliding off her bar stool and grabbing her purse.

“No, no, no. I wouldn’t even—even know what to say to him,” I whined, grabbing her arm, silently pleading her to stay in her place.

My palms began to sweat as she flicked them from her arms.

“Fine, then how about we walk past, pretend we’re going to the bathroom, and I’ll say something to Gray; start a convo between us all?” She suggested, eyebrows pulled high on her forehead in finesse for me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, waging war with myself internally before agreeing, slipping off my seat and letting my friend take my hand.

She lead the way, confidently pulling the two of us through the crowd of familiar faces, boys from our past nodding at her in approval left and right.

I peeked around the bodies in front of us, spying Grayson and Ryan at the bar.

But no Eth—

Thick fingers wrapped around my wrist, a thumb resting heavy over my pulse that made me stop in my tracks.

I looked down at the hand on my wrist before noticing who it was attached to.

Prominent veins and wispy brown hairs attached to a strong arm, which was attached to a broad and tall Ethan Dolan.

“Where are you off to?” He asked nonchalantly, his eyes casually looking over my head before trailing down to me.

I had to gulp down the lump in my throat before I could even consider answering him.

“Uh, just—”

“I wanted to come talk to your brother actually, she’s just being a good wing woman,” my friend swooped in to save me, dropping my hand enthusiastically before she turned to Grayson and Ryan.

Ethan smirked at her departure, finally letting his fingers slip off my wrist.

“Do you wanna be the one to tell her that Gray’s dating a girl from his school, or should I?” Ethan chuckled, taking half a step back to casually lean against the sticky wooden bar top.

“Better not to mention anything,” I gave him a scrunched smile.

Ethan laughed again, throwing his head back, giving me the opportunity to check out his form.

He was different from when I last saw him.

There was obvious change in his stature, as he was much wider and more muscular than in high school, his thick neck and Adam’s apple pulsing as he laughed.

He sported more scruff than he had in the past, and he was wearing a white tee with rolled sleeves, tucked into black trousers and a Gucci belt that (if possible) even more greatly highlighted his body and personality.

Ethan licked his lips as his head finally levelled from his chuckle, eyes darting down to my hands before coming back to my face.

“Whatcha drinking?” He asked as he straightened, hands curling over the edge of the bar top as he looked for the bartender, glancing at me over his strong shoulder for an answer.

“Uh, I was drinking rum and coke but— I don’t think I should have another,” I shook my head at him, stepping forward as he raised his hand for the bartenders attention.

Ethan turned, hand still raised as he eyed me up and down like I had turned him down.

“Why? Got somewhere to be in the morning?” Ethan hummed as he slid some bills over the bar top, the bartender started to mix his drinks.

I wasn’t quite sure how to answer when he turned back to me, holding out a drink for me as his lips found his straw.

I hesitated taking it as Ethan eyed me, looking almost…hopeful?

I reached out and took the ice cold rum and coke from his hand, erupting a grin on Ethan’s lips that I just couldn’t look away from.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Ethan smirked as I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink.

“Looks like you’re mine for the night,”

- - -

After a night of reminiscent conversation, flirtatious activity, and one too many drinks, Ethan was walking me home from the bar, promises to keep me safe and entertained falling from his drunk lips as we parted from our friends.

“God, Ethan. Were you ordering doubles or something?” I laughed as I reached a hand to my temple, a lot more drunk and dizzy than I thought upon leaving the bar.

“Uhhh,” Ethan thought as he side stepped into me, wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked in sync.

“I mean I was holding up 2 fingers to the bartender, but I thought that meant 2 drinks,” Ethan puffed out, realizing what he might have done to us.

I broke out into laughter, stopping our movements so I could bend over with my giggles, knees turning into each other.

“Oh fuck, oh. I got a cramp from laughing so hard,” I giggled as Ethan started to lead us through the park, the shortcut path to our neighbourhood.

“Let’s chill for a bit,” Ethan chuckled, just catching onto the end of my laugh and feeling it’s contagion.

I did as I was told and followed Ethan towards an old oak tree that stood tall and marvellous in the park, the biggest tree around.

“Ugh,” Ethan groans as he falls back against the grass, his back hitting the tree trunk as he pulled me down with him.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us trying to calm down our noxious spins in the cool night air.

Finally, Ethan inhales and parts his lips.

“I think I’ll regret it I don’t tell you that you look really good. Like really fucking good,” Ethan slurred slowly as his head rolled over on the bark to look at me.

I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“You know, I used to have a huge crush on you in high school,” he continued, looking down bashfully as he took his full bottom lip between his teeth.

“Shut up,” I said as I knocked his shoulder with mine, my heartbeat starting to increase rapidly.

“I’m serious. You made me smile. You were so confident. I remember telling myself I wanted to shoot my shot with you at prom, but I chickened out,” Ethan admitted, fingers tracing nonsensible shapes over my denimed thigh.

I let my mouth agape at his words, a gasp of disbelief passing through my lips.

“Confident? Are you thinking of the right person? It’s me,” I giggled, waving my hand in front of his face.

Ethan chuckled and grabbed my hand, lowering it from his view of me and moving his head closer to mine on the trunk.

“Yup, it’s you. And if it’s possible, you’re even more beautiful than before,” his breath was on my face now, lips so close that if I puckered, we would kiss.

I would have puckered too, if Ethan didn’t beat me to it, reaching forward and pressing his hot lips to mine.

I inhaled sharply in surprise, Ethan’s hand reaching for the back of my head to insure I wasn’t going anywhere.

As Ethan pushed his tongue under my bottom lip, it started running through my head that I was kissing Ethan Dolan.

I was kissing the Ethan Dolan.

And it was even fucking better than I could have imagined.

It was as if he knew exactly what drove me crazy, exactly what made me squirm, and exactly what had me putty in his hands.

Ethan’s thumb pressed to the spot under my ear, pushing his lips harder to mine as his kiss became more hungry, his fluffy lips trapping my bottom one.

“God, you’re so hot,” I breathed onto his lips out of impulse, making Ethan smile into the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to have my hands on you for years,” Ethan groaned, hands roaming down to my sides and to the hem of my pants as he kissed away my words.

“I’ve had so many dreams of what I would do to you,” he continued, hands pushing to my top to get his fingers on my bare waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Ethan,” I practically moaned into his mouth, my thighs clenching at his words.

His fingers dipped down to the top of my jeans, his finger running a shiver inducing line across their length, stopping right at the button.

“Is this okay?” Ethan breathed out to me, pecking my lips immediately after.

All I could do was nod at him in response. It was as if his lips sucked the voice and breath out of my body.

Ethan took no time in unbuttoning my jeans, large and fumbling fingers having trouble grasping the zipper as he slowly pulled it down.

I hissed as his hand slowly slid into my panties, cupping the space between my legs gently, giving me time to back out if I chose.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are for me already,” Ethan groaned again, lips meeting my neck as my head rolled back onto the bark.

A breathy whimper left my lips as Ethan did his dirty work on me, fingers gently kneading over my clit as his lips lapped down my neck.

“D'you want my fingers?” Ethan mumbled against my warm and wet skin, his saliva covering the entire side of my neck he had been working on.

I nodded again, scratching the tree bark into my hair.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,” he whispered hotly, thumb taking place on my clit as his forefinger circles around my entrance teasingly.

“Yes, E,” I moaned shamelessly, to caught up in the way he was working me up.

“Fuck, if you keep moaning my name like that I’ll cum in my pants,” Ethan said before kissing me hard again, finger finally pushing into my entrance.

“Fuck, Ethan,” I whimpered involuntarily, his words not even registering with me.

Only in my dreams had I imagined Ethan lying me down on his bed, kissing his way down my body; his big hands running over my skin covered in goosebumps; his groans in my ear, his lips on my neck.

And here he was, right in front of me with his hand down my pants in the middle of our neighbourhood park as he cursed me for being ‘too sexy for my own good’.

My head swam with Ethan’s words as he slowly added another finger to his torture, my hand gripping his working bicep tightly as I whimpered out at the pleasure.

“E, I’m not gonna last,” I warned him, knowing that my excitement of tonight’s events would soon have me creaming all over his skillful digits.

“Yeah? What do you need to cum, baby? What can I do?” His lips were resting just underneath my ear, his hot breath making my neck damp with arousal.

“Faster,” I spat out.

“Thumb, faster,” he chuckled into my neck at my need for him, making me grab onto a handful of his hair and raise him to face me.

I needed to kiss him as I came.

I pressed my now swollen lips back to Ethan’s desperately, wanting a release so bad, I could feel it in every inch of my body.

My fingers kept clenching Ethan’s bicep, the other still in a tight fist in his hair as he toes curled in my sneakers, my joints stiffening and my eyes rolling.

I could hardly work my lips against his anymore as I let out one last whimper of Ethan’s name, the tightening in my stomach releasing in strong bursts.

Ethan kept working his fingers on me through my orgasm, telling me how hard I had made him and how good I felt around his fingers.

When he finally pulled his hand from my pants, I swore I was shaking more than before.

“You good?” Ethan asked me, lips still on mine as he kisses me down from my high.

“So good,” I smiled, making him laugh again.

There was a pause before I collected the courage to tell Ethan what he had told me.

“I had a huge crush on you in high school. Like massive. Like obsessive massive,” I admitted, running my thumb over Ethan’s cheek as I pulled back to look at him.

Ethan’s eyes widened momentarily, quickly nodding gently with approval.

“And I’m really glad I got to see you again tonight,” I finished. Thumb running over his bottom lip and watching it snap back into place.

Ethan smirked, sitting back to get a better look at me.

“Got to see me? I think you mean 'get’,” Ethan smirked.

“Tonight is far from over, angel,”