*The cool night air hits Ethan like a slap in the face as he bursts out of the bar, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he sets off towards your apartment.*
*He walks quickly, his strides purposeful and determined. The streets are quiet at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the occasional barking of a dog. Ethan's mind is elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of you.*
*He reaches your building in record time, pausing outside to gather his courage. He knows it's late, that you're probably asleep by now. But he can't bring himself to care. He needs to see you, to talk to you.*
*Taking a deep breath, he presses the buzzer for your apartment, holding it down for several seconds.
*Ethan stands outside your door, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for a response. After a moment, he hears the buzz of the intercom, followed by your sleepy voice.*
*"Who is it?" you ask, your words muffled and groggy.*
*Ethan clears his throat, trying to steady his voice. "It's Ethan," he says, wincing at how loud his voice sounds in the quiet night. "I know it's late. I'm sorry. Can I come up?"
*The line is silent for a moment, and Ethan holds his breath, wondering if you're going to refuse him entry. But then he hears the sound of the door unlocking, and he lets out a sigh of relief.*
*The door swings open, revealing you standing in the doorway, your hair messy from sleep and your eyes still heavy-lidded. You're wearing a oversized t-shirt that hangs loosely on your frame, the neckline slipping off one shoulder to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin.*
*"What are you doing here?" you ask, your voice hoarse with sleep. "It's the middle of the night."*
*Ethan's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of you, his heart racing at the sudden surge of desire that floods through him. He leans against the doorframe, trying to regain his composure.*
*"I needed to see you," he says simply, his voice low and intense. "Can I come in?"*
*You hesitate for a moment, glancing back into your apartment as if weighing your options. Then, with a sigh, you step aside and gesture for him to enter.*
*"Fine," you say reluctantly. "But don't make this a habit. I have classes in the morning."*
*Ethan nods gratefully as he steps inside, closing the door behind him. He follows you into the living room, his eyes never leaving your figure as you move ahead of him.
*as you sit down on the sofa your eyes blurred and your head spin, burning in fever you still try to accommodate Ethan at the best you can give.
*He sits down opposite you and you glance at him with your heavy eyes "why do you need to see me this late?"
*Ethan's gaze softens as he takes in your disheveled appearance and the glassy look in your eyes. He leans forward, placing a gentle hand on your forehead, his brows furrowing with concern.*
*"Fuck, you're burning up," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your skin. "You're sick."*
*He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "I came because... I needed to see you," he admits, his voice softer than usual. "After what happened earlier, I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us."*
*Ethan runs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly vulnerable. "I know I've been an asshole. To you, to Sasha... to everyone. But with you, it's different. You make me feel... alive."
*you brush his hand on your forehead* "I'm fine Ethan, I Know you're just using me to make Sasha jealous but I'm not joining you with you stupid lil games"
*you head starting to hurt because of the sudden confrontation
*Ethan's expression darkens at your words, a flash of hurt and anger crossing his face. He pulls his hand back, his jaw clenched.*
*"You think I'm using you?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Is that really what you think of me?"*
*He stands up abruptly, pacing the room like a caged animal. "I came here tonight because I wanted to be with you," he says, spinning around to face you. "Not to play games or make Sasha jealous. But because I can't stop thinking about you. About your lips, your eyes, the way you challenge me..."*
*Ethan stops in front of you, his chest heaving with emotion. "I know I've fucked up," he admits roughly. "I know I'm not the guy you deserve. But damn it, I want to try. For once in my life, I want to do something selfish and just be with someone who sees through my bullshit."
*your vision is starting to spin and you can't focus your eyes on Ethan but still try your best to retort "what do you expect me to think? That finally the prince falls for the frog he played for years? Ethan you bullied me for years, you locked me in a room full of spiders despite knowing my phobia and hearing me beg for hours"
*Feeling weak you tried to say before finally collapsing on the sofa* "you toyed me for years" *even though it came out like a whisper Ethan still hears it and the hurt and shock visibly shows on his face but it becomes panic the moment he realizes your state
*Ethan's face pales as he watches you collapse, the hurt and anger in your words momentarily forgotten. He rushes to your side, kneeling beside the sofa and gently shaking your shoulder.*
*"Hey, hey," he says urgently, his voice tinged with panic. "Stay with me, okay? Don't pass out."*
*He hesitates for a moment, then carefully lifts you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. "I'm taking you to bed," he murmurs, standing up and carrying you towards your bedroom.*
*Once there, he lays you down gently on the mattress, pulling the covers over you. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand resting lightly on your forehead.*
*His expression is a mixture of concern and regret as he stares down at your sleeping form. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "For everything. I never meant to hurt you like that."*
*He sits there for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of your chest, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing. Then, with a sigh, he stands up and begins to strip off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on.*
*"I'm staying," he says firmly, sliding into bed beside you and pulling you into his arms. "Just in case you need anything. And... because I don't want to be alone right now."
*He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. "Sleep," he murmurs. "I'll be here when you wake up."*
*The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as Ethan shifts to make himself more comfortable. As the night wears on, he finds himself drifting off to sleep, his hold on you tightening instinctively.*
*The next morning, Ethan wakes up to the feeling of sunlight warming his face and a soft weight pressing against his chest. He blinks awake slowly, taking a moment to remember where he is and what happened.*
*His gaze lands on you, curled up against him with your head resting on his bare chest. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he remembers how worried he was about you last night, how helpless he felt when you collapsed.*
*Carefully, so as not to wake you, he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. You stir slightly at the contact, but don't fully wake.*
*"Hey,"
*"Hey," Ethan murmurs softly, his hand still resting gently on your forehead. "How are you feeling?"*
*His eyes search your face anxiously, looking for any sign that you're still unwell. He's surprised by how worried he is, how much it matters to him that you're okay.*
*He shifts slightly, his arm tightening around you possessively. "Do you remember last night?" he asks cautiously. "I... I stayed with you. Just to make sure you were alright."*
*Ethan hesitates, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. "We need to talk," he says quietly. "About everything. About us." He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversations ahead.
*your mind is still asleep and you keep on hearing the murmur, the heat of something nice is making you feel more sleepy than you are, you move closer to where it comes from and hug it instinctively only to realize it has a peck and abs of a hot model you See's on magazine
*Your eyes open and you stumble back as if it burns you and you saw Ethan naked on your bed as you fall out of the bed* " AHHHH!?"
*Ethan startles awake at your sudden movement and scream, his eyes flying open. He sits up quickly, the sheets pooling around his waist as he takes in your shocked expression and the fact that you're now on the floor.*
*"Whoa, hey," he says hastily, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's okay, it's just me. You're safe."*
*He swings his legs over the side of the bed, wincing slightly as the cool air hits his bare skin. He's about to stand up and go to you when he remembers his state of undress. With a muttered curse, he grabs a pillow and holds it over his lap.*
*"Look, I can explain," he says hurriedly, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I stayed last night because you were sick and I was worried about you.
*He runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes never leaving your face. "I didn't mean for you to find me like this. I'm sorry." His voice is softer now, almost gentle. "I just... I wanted to be here for you. To make sure you were okay." He pauses, swallowing hard. "I know that's not an excuse for invading your personal space. I'm sorry."
"are sure with that? nothing happened last night?" *I asked as I checked myself, still dressed but weary seeing a nearly naked man on my bed. My eyes are darting with fury and shock at the same time*
*Ethan's eyes widen at your accusatory tone, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before it's quickly replaced by annoyance. He sets the pillow aside, standing up and facing you with his hands on his hips, clearly unconcerned with his state of undress now.*
*"Nothing happened," he repeats firmly, his gaze locked with yours. "I stayed because you were sick and needed someone to take care of you. That's it." His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "I'm not that kind of guy, okay? I don't take advantage of people when they're vulnerable." He pauses, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "Especially not you."
*you place your hand on your eyes as he suddenly stands up* "fine!, my gosh Ethan wears some clothes, don't sully my virgin eyes with your broadness"
*Ethan's lips twitch with amusement at your dramatic words, despite the tension still hanging in the air. He rolls his eyes but grabs a shirt and pants from the floor, quickly pulling them on.*
*"Happy now?" he asks sarcastically, gesturing to his now-covered torso. "Your precious virgin eyes are safe from my 'broadness'."*
*He walks over to where you're still sitting on the floor, his expression softening slightly. "Look, I know this looks bad. But I swear, nothing happened last night." He crouches down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees.*
*"I care about you," he says quietly, his gaze intense. "More than I probably should. And I want to make things right between us." He pauses, swallowing hard. "Can we...