Wrecking Ball
Liv
The door slams against the wall as we stumble into Ethan's house. We're ripping our coats off each other, dropping them as we move, not caring where they land. I made the decision at the wedding that I was going to get out of my head once and for all. Stop acting like an immature brat and stringing Ethan along.
My hands slide beneath his suit jacket, sliding it off his strong, broad shoulders, allowing my hands to cop a feel over his upper back muscles in the process. He keeps moving us, tongue invading my mouth, hands gripping my butt through the thin material of my dress.
It's not fair to him and whether I think I deserve him or not, he seems to think I do. He's made it clear that he wants to see if a relationship between us can work. I hope he's right because I'm a
