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Sarah

Dear Diary,

I'm writing this from heaven. That is all. My heart is broken. Sad Sarah.

My head is pounding slightly as I wake up. I try to stretch, but I feel that I'm encumbered by something. My eyes open slowly and I realize that Ethan is here in the bed with me. I turn my head over to the side and I gasp as I see that he's awake and staring at me.

"Hey, how are you feeling this morning?" he asks, a look of concern in his face.

I remember the previous evening and how I danced for him and acted the fool, and fallen and bumped my head. How he'd rushed me to the hospital and stayed with me. How he'd brought me back, and here he was still with me.

My heart thuds as I stare at him. "I've seen better days," I say, my head pounding slightly. "I think that I should eat something." I lick my lips. My mouth is dry.

"Would you like some water?" he asks, and I nod slowly. He reaches behind him and grabs the water bottle and hands it to me.

"Thank you," I say, as I open it and take a sip.

My dry throat welcomes the water and I just stare as he stares at me. It's a weird feeling waking up with him in my bed. I don't really know what it means. I don't really know why he's been so concerned, but I like it. It makes me feel closer to him. It makes me feel loved, which is something I haven't felt in a really long time.

"You scared me last night," he says.

"Really? I'm okay, though. The doctor said I'll be fine. I just nicked my ear on something." I roll my eyes. "Just my luck."

"You really should think about..." He pauses and his lips twitch.

"I should really think about what?" I say. "If you're going to diss my dancing..."

"Would I do such a thing?" he says. "I think you're an amazing dancer."

"Liar," I giggle. "I know I'm not that great."

"No, you're better than great," he says. He reaches over and touches my forehead, and then brushes my hair back. "You have really beautiful eyes. Did you know that, Sarah?"

"Really?" I blink at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he says. "You have a really beautiful face as well and a beautiful nose." He kisses the tip of my nose. "And beautiful lips." He kisses my lips. "And a beautiful chin." He kisses my chin. "And a..."

"If you say a beautiful breast or pussy, I'm going to slap you," I say, laughing.

"What does that mean?" He says, chuckling. "You don't want me to suck on your boobs or lick your pussy?"

I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Or is it too early for that? Do you not feel good enough for that?"

"Ethan," I say. "I literally just woke up."

"And?" He says, biting down on his lower lip. "Are you just feeling too sick to be treated well?"

"What do you mean by treated well?" I ask him chuckling.

"I mean, loved on."

My heart races at his choice of words. Is he hinting to me that he likes me like that?

"Why? What are you offering?"

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