Finding The Boy In The Player ((Book 1))

~~Chapter 20~~

“Daisy can you come down!”

 

I could hear my aunt Jade’s voice call out from the steps below my door. Wonder what was going on.

 

“Yea, Aunt Jade?” I asked as I was on my last step on the stairs.

 

“There’s someone here for you” she beamed. “I didn’t know you could make friends with a boy so fast!” she complimented.

 

Ethan? Logan? Possibly Caleb?

 

“Um, I’m sure this guy just got lost or something” I joked. “Where is he?”

 

“In the kitchen. Siting” Aunt Jade replied. “I guess I’ll leave you too, and do some laundry in the basement” she winked.

 

I gave a small smile walking into the kitchen. Ethan was none other sitting on a chair beside the counter.

 

“Oh, it’s you again” I deadpanned, taking a seat across from him.

 

“It’s nice to see you again, Rose” Ethan gave a smirk.

 

“Again with the flower calling?” I gave an eyebrow up.

 

“I don’t know what your talking about, Lily” Ethan said with an amused expression.

 

“Oh, Mr. Player” I joked. “Are you losing your touch on girls?” I asked mischievously.

 

Ethan face fell. Causing me to laugh at loud.

 

“Hey, I assure you my player skills are still in touch with the ladies. Wanna have a piece of this?” Ethan asked pointing to himself and wagging a brow.

 

I laughed at him again. “Get a hold of yourself, Mr. Losing-his-touch. I want none of you. I assure you” I gave a smug look.

 

“That’s a total lie. You totally want me” he leaned closer to my face.

 

I cursed that the counter’s width wasn’t any longer than a foot. He was practically an inch away from my face.

 

And the next thing was: U.N.F.O.R.G.I.V.A.B.L.E.

 

Ethan slipped his hand under my chin and leaned even closer. His lips pressed against mine. Our temperatures colliding causing me to feel warmer than usual. I hated what I did next. I just couldn’t help it. I placed my hand on Ethan’s cheek and pulled him closer to me. Or rather I had just jumped on the counter. Ethan picking me up and placing my legs around his waist. Our mouths still interlocked.

 

I gave Ethan permission to enter my mouth with his tongue. He just tasted so good. His cologne filling my lungs in pleasure. He smelled manly…? Was that even a right word to describe Ethan right now?