Erika blinked twice at Ethan, unable to digest what she just heard. They were going to do it all night? She wondered. She nervously gulped down her saliva. For some reason, she wasn't as drunk as she was when Ethan picked her up from the room and dropped her in the bathroom.
'Can he handle it?' She wondered while eyeing Ethan. His gaze was fully fixed on her, monitoring her every expression. It was like he was reading her thoughts and that seemed sexy to her. He could only hope internally that nothing would happen to him.
Ethan continued to stare at Erika, knowing exactly what she was thinking about. The bullet in his head. He wanted to prove to her that he was fine and there was nothing that she should be worried about.
He placed his hands on her cheek to gain her attention. Without uttering a word, he leaned in and placed his lips on hers for a slow and passionate kiss that gradually turned into a rough one— as they pulled their clothes off their body.
