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"What are you thinking about?" Ethan moves my hair from my shoulder, brushing against it in the process. His touch sends sparks through me.
My face warms. I'm trying to make dinner and it's hard to focus with him touching me.
"Ethan!" I giggle as his arms wrap around my shoulders. He rests his chin on my shoulder and I can't help but press my hand to his cheek, his stubble tickling me.
I'm still not sure where we stand. We haven't really talked about it even enough we've been stuck at the hip for over a week.
It's been absolute bliss.
Absolute and complete bliss. I'm pretty sure I'm on the verge of being in love with him.
But then again, I'm not sure if I know what love is. I think I'm starting to understand it a little but sometimes I'm still not sure exactly what to beli
