"Okay. Let's do a bet. I bet you can't let me make out with you for 2 minutes, letting me do whatever I want, without touching me with your hands. If you fail, you have to do one thing I want, and if you succeed then I have to do one thing that you want."
He smirked, obviously not mad about the bet.
"Sounds good."
He swum from between my legs to the side, climbing out and standing up. He put his arms behind his back and nodded.
I stood up, flicking my hair over my shoulder and stood towards him, placing my hands on his shoulders.
"You have to count in your head because I won't be" I laughed, running one hand over his chest.
He shivered, already affected by my touch. Before he had the chance to compose himself, I pulled his lips to mine, deepening it as quickly as possible. He responded with a moan, already struggling. My hand wandered, moving from his shoulder to his stomach then to the top of his shorts, playing with the drawstrings. I knew this would get him. I untied them, sliding my hand inside.
He jutted as I teased him. I said that I could do whatever I want, so that could mean playing dirty again. I could feel his temptation rising, his body slowly shaking at my touch. I pulled away from his lips.
"Do you want me to carry on?" I teased, saying it in an innocent way that made his breath hitch.
"Oh fuck this." he let out.
He crashed our lips together, placing his hands on my hips and moving them to my ass, squeezing as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing our bodies close together.
"Ethan.." I gasped, his dick rubbing up against me.
"I got carried away, my bad." he let out, breathing heavily.
"Not only that, you lost. So that means you get to do one thing that I say." I giggled, spinning and biting my finger.
He shook his head, smirking. He really couldn't resist me.
"I have a good idea of what I want you to do, but I'm going to save it for a more appropriate time. But for now, I think we should go back up and get some food. I'm actually starving."
"Fine but I'm not going to forget what we started." kissing my lips before gesturing me to go first.
"Making me go first so you can stare at my ass all the way up?" I asked.
"If you want to put it that way then, hell yeah."
I ran up, reaching our pile of things.
"I have a towel in the back of the truck so you can get changed in there."
I picked up my clothes and put them over my shoulder. I grabbed Ethan's hand and started walking, following the path we came from. It was so quiet and calm, I wish we could just stay in something like this forever.
Driving in the car with music and the windows rolled down was the best thing to do. I had a towel wrapped around me and Ethan had already dried off.
"I'm going to have to take my underwear off, no matter what happens they're just going to be damp and it's so uncomfortable."
He cleared his throat, like he was embarrassed about it.
"Oh don't freak out over a vagina and tits Ethan, I'm sure you've seen a good amount of them in your time." I laughed lightly pushing his arm.
I put the towel in the back and unclipped my bra. I could feel his eyes darting from the road to my chest and it made me laugh a little. I carried on, singing along to the Bryson Tiller song and doing a little dance.
"This might be dangerous but it has to be done!" I moved, unfastening my seatbelt and climbing into the back.
I got my leggings, tugging them on and wiggling.
"Done!" I sighed, grabbing my phone and began lip syncing in the back on snapchat.
I wanted to get Ethan involved but I know the drama that was already linked to the Grayson thing was too much, so I didn't want to make anything worse. I slid back into the front chair, going through my Instagram feed.
We arrived, parking up next to what looked like a pizza place. I got out, shutting my door behind me and rubbing my hands together, the weather was changing the later it got, it was quite bitter and I could really feel it.
Ethan locked his car and walked, my arm linked in his. When we got in, the strong smell of pizza made me moan in hunger.
"Someone gets turned on over food." he whispered to me jokingly.
"Of course, it's fucking better than sex!" I whispered back, being serious.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure I can prove to you that it really isn't." he flirted.
"Oh trust me, it is." I unhooked from his arm, walking towards the counter to order.
"Are you ordering or am I? I get angry when I don't get food." I perked up, hinting Ethan to speed up.
He stepped forwards beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"What do you want?"
"Whatever you're getting. I love anything pizza related."
The cashier was this pretty girl, probably around our age with long blonde hair. I could see that she was staring Ethan out and I didn't like it atall. Ethan obviously didn't notice and started ordering.
Just as he finished, the girl piped up.
"Are you Ethan Dolan?" she asked, her voice high and irritably fake.
I cringed. This was painful to watch.
"Yeah, I am." Ethan laughed, scratching his head awkwardly.
"Oh my god! Can I get a photo?" she squeals, making me gag.
"Sure." Ethan replies, taking her phone out of her hand.
"Can you please take the photo for us?" She asks bluntly, giving a dirty look.
"Of course!" I forced, snatching the phone out of her hand and standing back.
She wraps her arms around Ethan's waist, going onto her tip toes and kissing him on the cheek. I flinched, my body jerking at the pose. I had to tell myself to keep calm, this was what happened all the time for him, it's nothing new. I took the photos, satisfied with the quality of them and closed the phone, ready to hand it back to her.
"Oh, I have one more pose I want to do. Can you kiss me on the cheek?" she laughed, tapping her left cheek.
I froze, my eyes locked on Ethan's. He was hesitant but I already knew he was going to say yes. This was NOT happening.
"Erm.. I don't see why not?" He laughed awkwardly.
I coughed, catching his attention.
"Well I see why not." I smiled dangerously, warning him that I wasn't playing any games.
"Excuse me?" the girl piped up, stepping towards me.
"Honey, you don't want to go there. Step back." I threatened, making her step back straight away.
"I'm only joking with you, take the photo!" I laughed, switching straight to bubbly to play it off.
She laughed with me, taking the bait and got in position next to Ethan.
I knew if I got involved then this girl would somehow get the word across, and I didn't want the twins to have any complications and drama spilled about them.
I lifted the phone, looking at the camera. Ethan kissed her on the cheek softly and I took the photos as quickly as possible. Don't freak out Helena, don't. freak. out.
"Done!" I handed the phone back to her, practically ripping him off of her and standing infront of him. Her face crumpled in thought but soon faded away, moving back around the counter and getting the pizzas that we ordered and handing them to us.
We left, walking back towards the car. I was about to break the silence when Ethan did it.
"So are you going to explain what happened in there?" concerned.
"So I might have got a little defensive and jealous? No big deal!" I put one hand up to defend myself, the other still holding onto the pizza box.
"Oh so you're jealous of me with other girls?" He asked, smirking. He put the pizza box on the top of the truck and grabbed me by surprise, pulling me incredibly close to him.
I mumbled a mere "yes", looking down in defeat. "What was that? You're going to have to speak up I didn't hear you" he smirked, whispering in my ear.
I pulled out of his grasp, standing in the centre of the carpark.
"YES! I AM JEALOUS OF ETHAN DOLAN WITH OTHER GIRLS!" I shouted on the top of my lungs, putting my arms out.
He leaned against the truck, grabbing a piece of pizza and taking a bite smugly.
My heart lurched, I didn't know whether or not to say what was on my mind. My feelings were all over the place, but I knew.
"And do you want to know why?" I raised, not as loud but enough to get his attention. He looked up, chewing.
"Because I fucking love you! But guess what? I don't deserve you.
Ethan. Grant. Dolan.
I love you."
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