Ethan's hand tensed on her back as she glared up at him.
"You don't even have the resolve, so how can you just say that you like me? All you did was rile me up for nothing."
The woman who played with his heart by nonchalantly telling him he was her first love was now giving him a scared look as she bit her lips.
"Then don't believe me, you son of a bitch."
"Too late."
Ethan felt like his throat was on fire. The feel of her breast in the palm of his hand felt so unreal. Her baggy clothes didn't hide her large breasts, and he continued to squeeze it. When he pinched the peak between his fingers, Lily gasped.
"What?"
"We can't go back anymore."
She looked at him with a piercing stare before placing her hand above his. Ethan squeezed so hard that he might have left a mark of his hand on her soft skin. He stuck himself close to her so that she wouldn't be able to escape him.
"Ethan."
