Ethan’s confession spurred a whirlwind of emotion to wrap around my heart. My chest bloomed in heat and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and shove my lips against him.
I resisted the urge, of course.
It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense right now. Ethan was the only thing that occupied my thoughts. Even baking came second to the moments I spent with Ethan.
“We can’t keep doing this, though, can we?” I asked, “Despite our… urges.”
Ethan averted his gaze, and started buttoning his shirt back up, covering the hickeys and love bites I left on his collar bones.
“I don’t know.” Ethan admitted. “I like when we get like that. I like that I can just stop thinking and be with you.”
“Me too,” I smiled, “But we should at least take these lessons seriously.”
Etha
