"Sarah," Ethan moaned in despair, sweats dripping all over his face.
With eyes wide open, I immediately put my lamp down and scurried to him. "Ethan, what's wrong?" As soon as I got closer, the smell of whiskey engulfed my nostrils. I winced. I hate the smell of alcohol. He must have drunk all night.
"What hap—" before I could even finish my question, he grabbed the neck of my shirt, pulled me even closer, and kissed me aggressively. With feelings of disgust, I pushed him off me with all my strength. "What the heck, Ethan! What is wrong with you!?"
I quickly stood up and stepped away from him. He brushed his thumb on his lower lip as he smirked smugly. He looked up to me with l**t and anger raging in his eyes. "You sure you didn't like that?"
I leaned in and slapped him on
