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Puerto Rico with Ethan was surreal. I had such an incredible time, even the flight home was less melancholy than I anticipated. That could have been because our invisible wall still hadn’t returned. It could have been the time alone finally bringing us closer, or something as simple as we just felt like it. Whatever the reason, Ethan and I couldn’t leave each other alone. He held my hand and kissed me without batting an eyelash, in front of everyone, nearly the whole way home. It sounds really strange, I know, considering we’ve been fucking for nearly two months, and friends for more than four years. However, he and I have never been very intimate in public. This felt intimate, and I liked it. My first day back to work was tedious at best. The second was even longer. By lunch on the third day, I decided to hell with real life. I need to buy myself a shack on the beach and retire at 24. Ethan calls me the moment I’m off on Friday, inviting me over to his house to join him and his friends. I haven’t seen him since the night we got back, though not by choice. Apparently his place of employment falls apart when he’s not there. I go home and change into some painted on jeans and a soft cotton, Pink Floyd t-shirt. When I get to his house, he, Michael, Robert, John and John’s new girlfriend Gwen are all here. “I have to socialize, but we can kick everyone out later,” Ethan whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around me when we’re left alone in the kitchen. His words make me excited and selfish, I want him all to myself. I hide my impatience well though, trying to distract myself by conversing with his friends. I’m not faking it by the time Michael and I are arguing who’s a better guitarist; Jimi Hendrix or Keith Richards. I love the Rolling Stones, but there’s Erenköy escort bayan no denying Jimi could shred like a fucking god, even if Keith is still alive. Ethan busts out his stash, and the subject quickly mellows down to a list of all the concerts we’ve been to. Distracting hippies with weed, smart man. John and Gwen leave around nine, but the rest of us keep playing video games, drinking beer and hanging out. I go upstairs alone to grab another brew for myself, and use the bathroom while I’m at it. It’s still strange being here and not living here. I wash my hands and fuck with my hair in the mirror, and suddenly the door opens, making me jump. Michael walks into the bathroom and shuts the door before his glazed eyes catch me. “Oh shit,” he says, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. “It’s cool, I’m done,” I smile at him and wait for him to move, but he doesn’t. “You are really fine, you know that Chanel?” he bluntly asks me, and I force my next smile. Sadly for him, he’s not what I want. I’ve never had a big thing for blonde guys. “Thanks Michael,” I say, and step forward to urge him to get out of my way. I’d prefer not to be alone in a bathroom with him. Sometimes I catch this mother fucker staring at me like I’m a five course meal…and he’s really fucking hungry. “Can I ask you something?” Michael says, and I can smell beer on him two feet away. “What?” “Are you and Ethan, like, together?” he asks, releasing the knob and turning toward me. “Um, no we’re not,” I say, and Michael smiles. “Cool, so…he wouldn’t be upset if-” “What are you doing?” I ask, and take a step back as he steps toward me. “You are seriously the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen,” Michael says, reaching for me. His long, Escort içerenköy skinny fingers greedily grab my waist, and I’m already pushing him away. “Thank you, but we can’t do this,” I reply, trying to pull his arms away from me. “Why? We don’t have to tell anyone,” he says, and grabs me again, trying to put his face in my neck. “Michael I’m serious, stop.” I push on his chest, but he keeps going. What the fuck is this shit? I tried being nice, but I’m not about to put up with this. The moment I feel his lips on my jaw and his hands grab my ass, I shove him off of me. “Stop!” I snap, and my arm lunges forward, decking him in the nose at the exact same moment the bathroom door swings open. “Hey!” Ethan shouts. The burning on my knuckles is quickly forgotten, watching him storm toward us. “Did you touch her?” Ethan asks and grabs his collar, glancing at my shocked face. One look in my eyes and Ethan turns back to Michael, punching him right in the face. “Ethan!” I gasp, reaching out to stop him. Robert has joined us in the small bathroom, shouting at both of them, and pulling Michael out of the line of fire. I walk around to get between them, and Ethan doesn’t move me, but doesn’t stop yelling either. His hard chest is in front of my face, and my own heart is pounding. “Get him out of here!” Ethan bellows to Robert. They disappear and he immediately looks down at me, holding my face in his large hands. “Are you ok?” Ethan asks, his dark green eyes concerned. He’s radiating impressive anger, and I can tell he’s putting in effort to be gentle with me. “Yes,” I nod my head, and he touches his lips to mine. “Wait here,” he says, then pushes past me. Everything’s happening so fast, I ignore his command and follow Tuzla escort him out. He doesn’t even notice, searching for Michael. His tall frame stalks through to the living room, and I hear Michael and Ethan both start talking at the same time. “What the fuck dude?” Ethan groans, silencing him. “She said you guys-” “I don’t give a shit what she said. All I heard was her yelling at you to stop,” Ethan snaps. I’m standing out of view behind Ethan in the kitchen, assuming Robert is in the living room with them, acting as mediator. “Alright man, I’m sorry, I didn’t think-” “Just get the fuck out,” Ethan growls, and after what I’m guessing is a silent exchange of looks, the door opens and someone walks out. Robert then quietly says goodbye to Ethan, telling him to call him later, and the door shuts, leaving us alone. Ethan turns around and the second his eyes find me, he closes the distance between us. “Chanel,” he says, giving me a hug. “He didn’t hurt you did he?” He pulls back to look at me. “I think I’m the one who hurt him,” I say, and he actually smiles for a second. “You do have a mean right hook. What happened?” he asks, and I swallow hard. “He tried to kiss me after he asked if you and I were together…and I told him no.” “Fuckin Michael,” Ethan breathes, and I’m not sure what to say. This is not the kind of attention I crave. I don’t want to get between him and his friends, to be the reason for any animosity, even if Michael is an ass when he’s drunk. If I apologize though, that will piss him off even more. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” I say, and he smiles a little, just like I wanted. “Looks like I didn’t need to,” he says, grabbing my hand and looking at my slightly swollen knuckle. Watching him go from super pissed, to gazing at my pain with concern makes me smile. After a moment, I reach up and put my tender hand on his face. He holds it against his cheek, and we stare at each other, green into blue. This is the first time we’ve been alone since Monday, and I take a deep breath to make the moment last a little longer. I’ve missed him.
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