It's impossible to keep remembering why I was upset with Ethan. While he kisses me, I even forget what my name is. When Ethan hugs me, I forget everything, and all that matters is being by his side.
It's ironic to think that in the past, all I wanted was to be as far away from Ethan as possible, but now, all I want is to be with him. I love the way he looks at me and how he always wants to touch me or interlace our fingers.
"Come, I'll show you a very special place," he says, taking my hand and winking at me as he guides me to his room. I've never been in this part of the house before.
When he opens the door, I see everything inside—a queen-size bed in the middle of the room with dark blue bedding, pearl-white walls adorned with posters of his football team. Shelves filled with trophies
