"What do you mean?" - I spit sour, trying not to fall for it, even if it is one of the rare times when Jack decides to be serious, so much that it leaves me speechless again:
«Just ... I'm sorry, Valerie.» - he says again with a surrender tone, but this time he doesn't give me the time to breathe that closes the call, while my breathing becomes irregular.
I am sorry.
As if that was enough to erase the years he was absent.
I sneak my fingers through my hair in frustration and start to close my eyes again, but my pupils dilate when Ethan's hoarse voice echoes in my room:
"Jack is bothering you?" - I jump on the bed, putting myself in a sitting position on the covers when I realize that that bastard is in my room, sitting in front of my desk while staring at me with my pencil between his fingers.
"Ethan?" - I close my eyes as soon as I meet his, realizing that his expression is more threatening than usual, even if this time he doesn't seem to be angry with me:
«Answer my question.» - he says with a firm and cold tone without leaving my eyes, as I hurry to move to cover my bare legs with the sheet on which I was lying.
Damn iy! I shouldn't have been wearing black lace panties this morning!
"Is Jack bothering you?" - he repeats again in an authoritative voice, pressing the end of the pencil against his full lips and making me understand that he has listened to my conversation with Jack.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room!" - I suddenly scream, realizing that he has my drawings scattered in front of him, then I widen my eyes even more:
"Again!" - I add immediately after, making him look up to the sky:
"You have a terrible voice." - he observes aloud, but with a serenity that makes me nervous, as I bring my eyes back to my drawings on the desk:
"My voice bothers you?!" - I scream even more than before, this time raising both eyebrows, but it doesn't take long to have an answer:
"Yes." - he says, making me open my mouth and forcing me to lift the sheet to the height of my neck when his eyes land on the neckline of my undershirt:
"You were prettier while you were sleeping." - he sighs, and then moves his eyes from mine to the papers scattered in front of him, making me frown and craning my neck to see what he's up to, but my eyes widen when I see him place the pencil on one of the blank sheets and start scribbling on my drawing.
I completely forget that I am almost naked and leave my bed in a hurry to reach him with a soft step:
"What are you doing? »-I ask in an alarmed tone, standing behind him, while he remains seated and continues to pretend as if I was not there.
I remain motionless as I follow the quick movements of his hand, realizing that he is not ruining my design, but is… finishing it.
I hold my breath, glancing quickly at his profile, even if I don't see him at all, being behind him, but he seems to read my mind and, without turning to my side, he reaches out with his free arm in my direction.
I shudder when he reaches for my leg with his hand, and then rests his palm under my buttock half discovered.
I refrain from yelling at him to take his hand away when I realize that there is no malice in his gesture, as if it had come spontaneously:
«Come here.» - he says in a low voice, still not looking at me, while he squeezes the skin under my buttock between his fingers to drag my leg towards him and force me to take a step forward.
I give him a quick look to make sure he didn't do it on purpose and clear my throat when I notice he's totally focused on the drawing:
«Do you have others?» - he asks seriously, lifting his chin towards the white sheets, while his fingers slide down on my skin, and then leave my leg.
"Yes." - I mumble as soon as I recover from his gesture, only to see him nod at my words, while he finishes defining the hair of the woman depicted.
I take advantage of his distraction to bring my eyes back to his profile again, but he is so serious that I can hardly recognize him.
Maybe this is the real Ethan, so calm and carefree that I can't help studying him: I hadn't noticed that he had a small mole at the height of his left cheekbone, nor that his eyebrows were so defined.
God! I wonder if this man has any defect!
I stare at him, even going so far to notice that he has a small tattoo under his ear, but when I reach out and see what it is, he jerks his head up in my direction, as if he is being watched.
I roll my eyes when I see him raise a corner of his mouth and one eyebrow at the same time, but before he can say anything to humble me I hurry to say the first thing that comes to mind:
"Why are you here?" - I ask, without moving an inch even though his face is so close to mine that I inhale the air that comes out of his lips:
"I like spending time with a sexy woman." - he says with an almost seductive tone, forcing me to bring both hands to my thighs when I see him looking down again amused:
"Then go to Meredith's room." - I say without thinking twice and without letting myself be hypnotized by his inviting gaze, but my answer seems to amuse him even more, so much that he holds back a smile and, without stopping to look at me from below, he moves on the chair to bring his lips close to my lower back, but I don't give him time to do what he has in his perverted mind and I put my palm on his face and push him away almost amused by his attitude still devoid of malice , clicking my tongue on the palate and lifting my chin proudly:
"Forget it, Ethan Johnson."
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