Page 64 of Unfolding Ethan

“I am sorry I made you pass out twice,” he said without feeling any remorse. His eyes were dark and hooded and if I told him that I wanted him to touch me again, he would pounce on me.

I scrunched my face. “Twice?I don't even remember.”

Ethan smiled at me. He kissed my forehead and stood up from his bed, handing my clothes to me. “Yes, you did. Now, dress up, we’ll be late for school.” He asked, “Can I keep this?”

I rolled on my stomach and looked at him over my shoulder. He was holding my lacy underwear. The one he removed with his teeth when I came to his room at eleven. That was yesterday.

“You want me to go commando to school?Naughty.” I smirked, his eyes clouding with hunger as they raked over my naked body.

Ethan clenched his jaw and kept my thong in his pocket. “Fine. I am keeping it.”

Hai Bhagwan, ye ladka.

It’d been weeks since Rachel broke up with Karan and I gave my first blowjob to Ethan. We were acting like teenagers high on hormones every time we were alone.Or not. His laundry room, my mother's art studio, his sister's room, my room, the roof, his room, the music room in our school, on the grand black piano, andespeciallyhis car.

It had been an adventurous week, to say the least.

We learned so much about each other's bodies. We even had naked study sessions if we were alone in anyone's house. He’d bribe me with oral if I completed my math assignment and I'd give him a hand job if he helped me with that assignment.

We found out we both had back dimples and that he had one cute beauty spot on his left firm ass cheek. He was embarrassed about it, but I kissed him, making it better.

Ethan also found a beauty spot on my right pinkie toe. He thought it was cute. He couldn't walk shirtless in his house anymore because of my nails clawing on his back when he fingered me. I had to invest in a waterproof concealer—to hide hickeys and my claw marks—due to his swim practice, which I didn't mind at all.

He once told me he wanted to read my diary during one of our naked study sessions. I denied him even though he bribed me with more orgasms, and I had enough self-control to put some distance between us. I told him that he’d get to read it in the near future and changed the subject when I saw the growing bulge under the sheets.

He loved my back. The curve of my spine, the birthmark on my left shoulder blade and back dimples. There were other things I had to find out. Like his tickle spots because everyone has them and I had yet to find them on his body. He didn't have stretch marks as I did, but that just made him jealous even though he loved them.

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“Hey, Kiara.”

I washed my hands and looked beside me, not surprised to see Ariana in her cheerleading uniform.

“Hi,” I replied and dried my hands. We were alone in the washroom.

What does she want now?She had been popping up now and then, teasing me with Ethan, which I didn’t care about at all. She cheated on him.

“How is Ethan?” she asked, reapplying her gloss and running her hand through her pin-straight black hair.

I thought of his mischievous grin this morning when I came on his mouth. “He is well,” I replied.

Ariana turned to me and smirked in a way as if she knew something I didn’t. I repressed a shudder when she leaned closer, her fruity perfume hovering around me when she whispered, “Tell him I said hey and he should text me sometime.”

Katherine entered the washroom and Ariana stepped away from me. My gaze hardened and I said, “No, I won’t. You cheated on him with his best friend. Go live your life, Ariana, he doesn’t need you anymore.”

Something flickered in her blue eyes and, clearing her throat, she looked between me and Katherine, who had opened the door for her to get out. Ariana raised her chin high and marched past me, swaying her hips.

I sighed loudly and looked at my best friend. “Thank you. You are a savior.”

She nudged me. “You can thank me with all the steamy details when Ethan pops your cherry.”

My cheek scorched with heat, his deep whisper ringing in my ears.I can imagine what it’d be like when I fuck you.

She readjusted her hair in a ponytail. “I don't know how you both can control your hormones. I mean, whenever I see Ryan I just want to jump his bones then and there.”

I bit my lip. “I don't know. We talked about it, but it didn't feelrightright. You know what I mean?” Ethan wanted to go slow, but we weren’t ready, or we were interrupted, or it didn't feel right to have sex.

“I really don’t know what came out of your mouth. It's just sex, man. It's not like you’re marrying each other,” she said. “But I get it. Take your time and don’t rush it if you don’t feel like it. Until then, you can ask me for any sexy tips if you want.”

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