I sat in our usual cafe for lunch, nervously flipping through my homework, trying not to look directly at Ethan. Now that we'd officially crossed that line it was hard not feel shy around him or remember that he had a monster hog in his pants. Or even worse, that my entire body was covered in obscene hickeys!
Ethan, on the other hand, kept staring at me, his gaze intense and unwavering.
"Why do you keep staring?" I finally asked, unable to take it anymore.
"You look so good in those clothes," he smirked. Ethan had taken me shopping for clothes yesterday despite my aching back, dragging me to every designer store he could find. He spent at least five hours picking out outfits and making me try them on. Most of it was way more expensive than anything I would ever considered buying, but Ethan brushed off my concerns by saying, "These clothes will last longer because they're high quality. Stop trying to distract me from my duty."
