He doesn’t turn away when he’s done.
He doesn’t turn away when he spits into the grass.
And I know I’m screwed.
Because I’ve never found these things hot before.
Being a Bad Girl.
Having a Good Boy.
Sharing a toothbrush.
Spitting…
I swallow.
I’ve never found these things hot before because I’ve never tried them before. But Ethan…
Ethan makes it easy.
He makes everything easy.
Talking. Teasing. Touching…
And I want more of it.
So much more of all of it.
Ethan grabs the lantern, and the light sways, sending shadows across his handsome face. “Come on, Starlight.” He holds the lantern in the direction of the cabin.
I take a step.
“Careful.” He grips my arm.
And I bite my lip again.
That’s another thing Ethan makes easy.
Caring.
I swallow again. For a different reason.
He’s so good at caring.
The gentleness.
The way he rubs his thumb in circles.
The concern.
Being careful, I step up into the cabin.
It’s even darker in here.
“Wait.” Ethan steps in behind me.
I wait, staying where I am near the foot of the bed as I hear the door click shut. Then another sound, a muted thud, as Ethan turns the lock on the door.