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

~~Chapter 40~~

My Valentine's day was fine. After school: I went home, did homework, took a long hot shower and read some books because well, I was bored. I bet Reuben was asleep by the time I checked my phone at 11 0'clock pm.

 

I watched the rain outside, hitting my window, making me sigh out loud.

 

"Maybe raindrops are the bravest thing God created. Want to know why? Because they're never afraid to fall"

 

YUP, my day was fine! Until, Ethan's face showed up. In my room.

 

My head shot up, from the window, at the sudden swing of my door. And there stood a very wet and confused looking, Ethan, at the front of the door of my room.

 

"Ethan!" I said out loud in surprise, grabbing a towel from the closet.

 

I ran to him, patting his face dry. My hands were stopped by his cold hands on my wrists.

 

"What's wrong with you Ethan? Why are you here and not home?-" I asked in confusion.

 

"Daisy do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

 

There he was asking the question, everyone wanted to know, breathless and shaky. His face gave me the impression he was sad in a way. And this breath told me...

 

"Ethan, are you drunk?" I asked in distaste. "Is that what you did after school? You got drunk?" I asked.

 

Ethan placed his hands firmly on my shoulders, making my heart stop in shock. "Just answer the question, Daaaaasiy" he said looking into my eyes. His eyes looked as if he was doubting himself to hear the answer.

 

"N-no" I stuttered in a state of panic.

 

"Then it won't matter if I do this..." Ethan pulled me forcefully by my shoulders and into his lips.

 

They were cold, probably from the temperature outside. But the way he kissed me sent a wave of longing and desire through my spine. Our tongues touched sending a spark of alluring feelings within me.

 

I wanted him so bad. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

 

I was so close to losing my breath, I disconnected our lips. "Ethan..." I said shakily.

 

I realized we were in the middle of the hallway. I pulled at his arm, and he wobbled, into my bedroom and I closed the door behind us.

 

"How did you get in?" I asked as he stood there, grabbing my hand.

 

"The door wasn't locked. Did you know I was coming?" Ethan asked with a goofy smile.