Set In Stone

•Dare•

Dressed in a black shirt and baggy jeans, his messy hair gave the impression that he had just rolled out of bed. His voice matched his appearance, groggy and tired.

"You have to stop sneaking up on me, I swear." I cussed him out, smiling at him. I looked at him through the mirror.

He remained silent, and with a serious look on his face, he moved closer towards me. Gradually, his hand closed around my throat, turning my head and lifting me up to meet his gaze.

Our faces were closer than ever, I could see every small detail etched into his skin.

Caught off guard, my breath caught in my throat, confusion intertwining within me. Blush crept its way onto my nose and ears, What the hell is happening right now?

"So fucking pretty," he murmured, his thumb tracing a gentle path along my neck, while the rest of his hand maintained its soft grip on my throat.

Butterflies now went wild in my stomach. He's never done this before. I scrunched my nose in confusion.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, breathy. He turned his head and lightly kissed my neck. Sending a mix of warning signals and chills down my spine.

His touch burnt me, like the depths of hell. But, it's not hell if you like the way it burns.

"I'm a bit mean sometimes... aren't I?" he asked me, I only panted in response.

This was too much. Too much.

I used all my force to push him back. He looked confused, hurt, or angry? I don't know. All I knew is that his touch now lingered on my skin, and my body begged for him.

I quickly jolted forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, pushing him into the wall behind us. My lips met his for the first time.

It was pure bliss, very gentle. He tasted like freshly brewed coffee. He chewed on my bottom lip. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, as if it were possible.

I pulled back to catch a breath, only to be kissed again. Our lips were swollen, dancing together.

Ethan pulled away from me, kissing my neck instead, leaving me breathless. His arms were still firm around my waist, my fingers now held onto the hooks of his jeans, not allowing him to leave this moment, or leave me.

"Don't tell anyone about this... I wont either" he whispered. my heart dropped.

There it goes, again. Sadness soon filled me, followed by raging anger. When he wants to, he will make me feel better, safe, ontop of the world, yet he never failed to ruin the moment. He kept coming back to me, only to run again.

"Are you joking?" I pushed away, now I was clearly angry.

"What?" he asked, irritated, as if this was my fault. Asshole. I scoffed in his face.

"You can't expect me to put up with this shit!" I yelled at him now, my anger growing. And to think that only seconds ago we were making out.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, holding the bridge of his nose. This only infuriated me more.

"Am I embarrising you?" I asked him in a sarcastic tone, he had to know what he was doing wrong.

"Why would you embarrass me?" he seemed genuinely confused, but he still gave me an angered look.

"Fuck! The world doesn't revolve around you Ethan!" I yelled at him louder. He looked angrier now. Much angrier.

"It doesnt? Really?!" He yelled back at me, towering me, intimidating me.

He grabbed a hairbrush from the counter behind me, harshly throwing it at the wall. Though it didn't smash or break, it cluttered loudly. Sending me into panic mode.

My breathing became unsteady, I felt myself getting warmer quickly. Not now please.

He took one look at me, and from what I could tell through teary eyes, he looked culpable. His eyes told me that he felt horrible. Before anything else was said, he turned and slammed the door behind him.

Now, I was utterly alone. Only the sound of cries and whimpers came from the bathroom I found myself in.

Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. I was curled in a ball on the floor when Gracie rushed in.

She didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to look at her. I felt her wrap her arms around me, I leant on her.

A great end to this trip, i'd say.

this is short but WE GETTING SPICYYY

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