new girl meets bad boy

Chapter Eighteen.

"I still can't believe you're taking me to see the 1975," I sat in Ethan's car Friday evening. We were on our way to the concert, my heart pounding with excitement.

Ethan had a smug grin on his face, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my bare thigh. We had been a couple for a little over a week, and still, I wasn't used to his touch. The slightest brush of his skin against mine sent my body into a frenzy, yearning for him.

"I love making you smile," He looked over, his fingers twitching as he did so.

The tiny movement was enough to send sparks up my inner thigh. I couldn't help but squirm.

"What's wrong?" He noticed my sudden movement, looking over at me.

"You can't touch me like that, it drives me crazy," I admitted, shying away from his gaze.

"Like what?" He asked in a smug tone. "Like this?" He slowly slid his fingers up my inner thigh, slowly slipping underneath my black skirt.

"Ethan," I complained, trying to escape the tingling feeling between my thighs.

"I love making you squirm," He smirked.

"You love doing a lot of things to me," I noted, grabbing his hand out from beneath my skirt, sliding his fingers between my own.

"There's quite a few more things I think I'll love doing to you," He grinned. We were finally parked in the parking garage next to the concert arena.

"I think there's a couple things I'll love doing to you too," I shot back with a smirk.

"My schedule's free for you, princess," He replied.

"We've got a concert to go to," I reminded him.

"Right, maybe another time, then," He hopped out of the car, coming over to the passenger side to open the door for me.

Twenty minutes later, we were following the usher to our seats. We walked closer and closer to the stage, I was waiting for the usher to point us down an isle at any moment. To my surprise, he didn't stop until we were at the second row.

"Your seats are down this row, enjoy the concert," He nodded and left us there.

"Come on," Ethan grabbed my hand and pulled me down the row to our seats. We were less than ten feet from the edge of the stage, and right next to the catwalk.

"I can't believe you got these tickets," I shook my head in disbelief. "They must've been so expensive, how can I make it up to you?" I asked frantically. The tickets had to be at least three hundred each, we were close enough to touch.

"I can think of a few ways," He replied.

"Ethan! I'm serious," I shook my head. "This is insane,"

"Hey," He placed a finger under my chin, drawing me in slowly. I thought he might kiss me. I hoped he might kiss me. But his lips passed mine. "Don't worry about it," I shuddered at the feeling of his lips brushing my ear. "Just relax, and enjoy the concert," I felt a bit of pressure on the soft part of my ear as he took a nibble.

I tried to respond, but it came out as a gasp.

He chuckled as he pulled back pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

The lights went out, and a hush fell over the crowd. The strum of a guitar broke the silence, the lights coming on the reveal the band. Matty Healy, the lead singer, began singing, and the crowd began cheering. My cheeks were sore from smiling so much.

A few songs in, they played 'Love Me,' and I couldn't help but look over at Ethan. He looked over at me at the same time, a grin on his face.

"It's our song," He said over the music and my heart fluttered. It was the song that played when he drove me home after I passed out the first time. I never actually saw a doctor about that.