We eat before leaving, me moving in shocked silence since my mind had awakened in such a fuzzy way, and even took me a few moments to realize that he had called me by that detestable word but then the moment had already passed and I was no longer in the mood to argue.
Damn him and his smooth ways, damn him for sneaking his way into my heart.
For some reason that thought at the same time made me hate him more just as much as long for him. What's wrong with me? How can I possibly feel such conflicting emotions for someone like this? Am I sick? Ugh.
"I hate you, you little devil." I say to him on our way out, and for a moment I think he did not hear me, not reacting at all or rather, focusing on not reacting and digesting my words, oddly enough, but then he displayed his playful smirk and grabs my hand too fast for me to react, lowering my guard around him as I seemed to be doing these days, and planted a kiss on my knuckles.
I will remember that, Ethan says, knowing fully well where he would pull his revenge on, and where he would make him beg to slow down and wait, where he would only ignore and speed up in a furious rough trust.
ML- huehuehueuhe *laughing creepily at the corner*
Author: …
MC: ….
MC: Should we put him down? He lost it now. *Grab axe out of nowhere*
Author: … Please don’t provoke him anymore, for your own safety.
MC: … uhm? *clueless at the dangers he carved himself*