wanton ache that had settled between my stomach and thighs.
"Can I ask you something?" Ethan asked as we hit an even pace departing the floor.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"It depends on what you want to ask me."
"What? Do you have some sort of approval list?"
His tone startled me since it was out of character for him. I glanced at his perfect face seeing a hint of exasperation there. My heart pulsated at the prospect of affecting him.
"No, I don't have a list," I answered shyly.
"So I'm free to ask?" Ethan inquired.
"Fine, ask away," I conceded.
"Why are you so detached?" he questioned.
"Huh," I stammered nearly stumbling over my own feet.
"I tend to pay attention to what happens around here. You seem to get along with everyone but it's very superficial. I'm wondering why you keep yourself so separated."
I tensed effectively halting all my sexed up feelings. My breath was all but lost that he saw me so clearly. It downright frightened me.
"Try another question. I don't know you well enough to share something that personal," I deflected, keeping my eyes away from him.
"Why are you really here?"
What the hell? Why is he so damn interested in me?
"I needed a change."
"I assumed since you jumped fields. Why did you make such a drastic change," Ethan pressed.
He tilted his head making sure I caught his eyes that were full of curiosity.
"I think you know the answer to that one. You do seem to be a bright guy."
"Your expulsion from school," he murmured.
I nodded. "Umm...so...I believe this is where we say good night."
I was mere seconds away from the blissful silence of my car. The prospect elated me.
He huffed. "I'll walk with you. This isn't a safe neighborhood."
I rolled my eyes. "Ethan, it's not necessary."
"This area is unpredictable. I'm walking with you," he insisted.
His stature wasn't worth arguing with. My stomach twisted with the hard edge that settled upon him. He didn't like being told no. As if to reinforce his point, gunshots fired in the distance. Ethan raised an eyebrow as he opened the door. I rolled mine and followed him outside. I could handle a few more minutes and deep down I liked being with him. A sense of comfort wafted along with all the other sensual desires attacking various parts of me.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-six."
"Interesting."
"How is that interesting?"
"You seem older. It's hard to tell and a difficult detail to track down."
Ethan squared me up with an inquisitive eye. I bit my lip letting far too much slip out there.
Do not fuck up again. He is the last person you can make that mistake around.
"I'm not sure if I should be annoyed that you're curious about such a mundane fact or honored that you cared to know," he muttered.
"I didn't ask to annoy you. You've got a lot more going for you than most people do at twenty-six," I responded, gesturing back to the monstrosity behind us.
Ethan smirked. "I'm going to take that as a compliment though the tone that accompanied it was on the sarcastic side. Is that one of your default settings?"
"Maybe," I said with a sly grin.
His chest rumbled with laughter before his jaw tightened pulling away his dimples. My insides mourned the loss. I loved when his dimples appeared.
"What is one thing you're grateful for this week?" Ethan asked.
"I'm fortunate to be surrounded by great friends that are like family to me," I blurted out.
I snapped my mouth shut with that slip of the lip. I took a deep breath attempting to reinforce the walls I have around people.
"Care to elaborate," he responded hesitantly.
"Not particularly," I answered harshly.
His face stiffened and his eyes darkened. I offered a partial smile in apology.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
His eyes centered on me curiously. "I live downtown."
"Do you like it? It seems like it would be a hassle getting in and out of the city to a place down here for work."
"I never liked living here. I moved away the second I had a chance."
"Did you grow up around here?"
"I
"Can I ask you something?" Ethan asked as we hit an even pace departing the floor.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"It depends on what you want to ask me."
"What? Do you have some sort of approval list?"
His tone startled me since it was out of character for him. I glanced at his perfect face seeing a hint of exasperation there. My heart pulsated at the prospect of affecting him.
"No, I don't have a list," I answered shyly.
"So I'm free to ask?" Ethan inquired.
"Fine, ask away," I conceded.
"Why are you so detached?" he questioned.
"Huh," I stammered nearly stumbling over my own feet.
"I tend to pay attention to what happens around here. You seem to get along with everyone but it's very superficial. I'm wondering why you keep yourself so separated."
I tensed effectively halting all my sexed up feelings. My breath was all but lost that he saw me so clearly. It downright frightened me.
"Try another question. I don't know you well enough to share something that personal," I deflected, keeping my eyes away from him.
"Why are you really here?"
What the hell? Why is he so damn interested in me?
"I needed a change."
"I assumed since you jumped fields. Why did you make such a drastic change," Ethan pressed.
He tilted his head making sure I caught his eyes that were full of curiosity.
"I think you know the answer to that one. You do seem to be a bright guy."
"Your expulsion from school," he murmured.
I nodded. "Umm...so...I believe this is where we say good night."
I was mere seconds away from the blissful silence of my car. The prospect elated me.
He huffed. "I'll walk with you. This isn't a safe neighborhood."
I rolled my eyes. "Ethan, it's not necessary."
"This area is unpredictable. I'm walking with you," he insisted.
His stature wasn't worth arguing with. My stomach twisted with the hard edge that settled upon him. He didn't like being told no. As if to reinforce his point, gunshots fired in the distance. Ethan raised an eyebrow as he opened the door. I rolled mine and followed him outside. I could handle a few more minutes and deep down I liked being with him. A sense of comfort wafted along with all the other sensual desires attacking various parts of me.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-six."
"Interesting."
"How is that interesting?"
"You seem older. It's hard to tell and a difficult detail to track down."
Ethan squared me up with an inquisitive eye. I bit my lip letting far too much slip out there.
Do not fuck up again. He is the last person you can make that mistake around.
"I'm not sure if I should be annoyed that you're curious about such a mundane fact or honored that you cared to know," he muttered.
"I didn't ask to annoy you. You've got a lot more going for you than most people do at twenty-six," I responded, gesturing back to the monstrosity behind us.
Ethan smirked. "I'm going to take that as a compliment though the tone that accompanied it was on the sarcastic side. Is that one of your default settings?"
"Maybe," I said with a sly grin.
His chest rumbled with laughter before his jaw tightened pulling away his dimples. My insides mourned the loss. I loved when his dimples appeared.
"What is one thing you're grateful for this week?" Ethan asked.
"I'm fortunate to be surrounded by great friends that are like family to me," I blurted out.
I snapped my mouth shut with that slip of the lip. I took a deep breath attempting to reinforce the walls I have around people.
"Care to elaborate," he responded hesitantly.
"Not particularly," I answered harshly.
His face stiffened and his eyes darkened. I offered a partial smile in apology.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
His eyes centered on me curiously. "I live downtown."
"Do you like it? It seems like it would be a hassle getting in and out of the city to a place down here for work."
"I never liked living here. I moved away the second I had a chance."
"Did you grow up around here?"
"I
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