Ethan POV.
Why do things like this always happen in shitty situations? In school, I’m unsure if she even noticed me. Yeah, I may have hung with cheerleaders, but I was confused and an animal.
But now that we’re alone, this happens…
My breathing blows slowly on her neck; I peck a few on the bruised skin, “Ethan…” “Yes, babe,” I keep my hold on her hips.
Pressuring with each gawking peck.
Minor moans leave her lips, my sneaky grin leaves her smiling.
I’m going crazy, I’m losing my damn mind to her seductive pecks, with each pull I give her skin, she wants more… I wish things were normal; I wish life wasn’t full of s**t, we would’ve made an amazing couple.
I smother her skin with kisses, chuckles leave her lips whilst my fingers travel to each sensitive part.
I will in my remaining da
