different ice creams to make a sundae.
I watch intently how the woman makes my drink with the hope I can replicate it at home, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I’m shocked to see it’s a shy-looking Donnie.
“H-h-hi, Caitlin. H-h-hi, Kiaya,” he stutters out.
“Hi, Donnie,” we say in unison.
“Who are you here with?” I ask, glancing around the parlor. I spot him before Donnie says his name. Ethan, wearing that sexy smirk I both love and hate, sits in the far booth. His posture exudes sly confidence, his body casually leaned back and arms stretched out on either side.
“Ethan brought me here after baseball. Come and sit with us.”
“We would love to, Donnie!” Kiaya says, winking at me before I can think of saying no. Good thing I wanted to say yes.
Donnie reaches the booth first, sliding in opposite Ethan. I try to sit next to him, but Kiaya jumps in front of me to sit beside Donnie instead. There’s only one place left to sit. Kiaya doesn’t look at me; instead she dives into her sundae and gives her attention to Donnie. I look at Ethan, and his smirk has grown now; he pats the seat next to him, indicating I should sit down. Rolling my eyes, I try to suppress a grin, but fail miserably. This man is getting to me in the best way. The booths are best described as snug, so I find my thigh touching his. His warmth feels like a searing heat on my skin. I push the desire to snuggle in closer out of my mind. Ethan leans in, bringing his mouth close to my ear so only I can hear. “You look beautiful. I really like what you have had done to your hair.”
A nervous giggle erupts from my lips. “Thanks,” is all I manage to choke out as I feel my cheeks heat.
Conversation becomes surprisingly easy after the initial awkwardness. Donnie mainly talks about how good Ethan is at baseball. I can see Ethan’s head expand by the second. By the time we’re finished, Kiaya cracks a joke, but I notice Ethan isn’t laughing at all. No, he’s looking towards the door instead. Shit, it’s the topless blonde I caught giving Ethan a lap dance. At least she has the decency to be wearing clothes this time. Her icy glare fixes itself on our table. Well, it’s more on me than the table. Ethan groans beside me.
“Excuse me,” he grumbles, so I slide out letting him pass. If there is such a thing as an angry walk, Ethan is displaying it as he moves toward the door. He opens it, and after waiting for Nicola to go through, he follows behind her.
“What’s that all about?” Kiaya asks, trying to spy on them through the window. I can’t see much, but I can tell the topless blonde is angry with the way her arms are flailing around.
It’s not long before Ethan rejoins us. I slide along so he can sit in my old spot. He seems tense. “You ready, Donnie? I should probably get you home before your mom gets worried.” While Donnie gathers his things, Ethan mutters, “Bye, ladies.” And with that they leave. “That’s weird,” says Kiaya. I silently agree. Ethan insists there’s nothing between him and Nicola, but I would be a fool if I didn’t notice that there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there.
Ethan
I needed to get out of there. From the moment I spotted Nicola, I knew she would make a scene. I can’t have her ruining my already fragile relationship with Caitlin. It would be typical since Caitlin and I finally seem to be getting somewhere. Opening the door, I’m relieved when she takes the hint and goes outside. At first she doesn’t say a word, she just glares at me.
“What?” I bark at her.
“I’ve been trying to get hold of you Ethan Kendricks! Who the hell do you think you are? I know you’re avoiding me. Me!” she screams the last word in my face, her arms waving around.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, but I don’t want to be a bastard to you either, Nicola. You know the score,” I state.
“It’s because of that British bitch, isn’t it?” she
I watch intently how the woman makes my drink with the hope I can replicate it at home, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I’m shocked to see it’s a shy-looking Donnie.
“H-h-hi, Caitlin. H-h-hi, Kiaya,” he stutters out.
“Hi, Donnie,” we say in unison.
“Who are you here with?” I ask, glancing around the parlor. I spot him before Donnie says his name. Ethan, wearing that sexy smirk I both love and hate, sits in the far booth. His posture exudes sly confidence, his body casually leaned back and arms stretched out on either side.
“Ethan brought me here after baseball. Come and sit with us.”
“We would love to, Donnie!” Kiaya says, winking at me before I can think of saying no. Good thing I wanted to say yes.
Donnie reaches the booth first, sliding in opposite Ethan. I try to sit next to him, but Kiaya jumps in front of me to sit beside Donnie instead. There’s only one place left to sit. Kiaya doesn’t look at me; instead she dives into her sundae and gives her attention to Donnie. I look at Ethan, and his smirk has grown now; he pats the seat next to him, indicating I should sit down. Rolling my eyes, I try to suppress a grin, but fail miserably. This man is getting to me in the best way. The booths are best described as snug, so I find my thigh touching his. His warmth feels like a searing heat on my skin. I push the desire to snuggle in closer out of my mind. Ethan leans in, bringing his mouth close to my ear so only I can hear. “You look beautiful. I really like what you have had done to your hair.”
A nervous giggle erupts from my lips. “Thanks,” is all I manage to choke out as I feel my cheeks heat.
Conversation becomes surprisingly easy after the initial awkwardness. Donnie mainly talks about how good Ethan is at baseball. I can see Ethan’s head expand by the second. By the time we’re finished, Kiaya cracks a joke, but I notice Ethan isn’t laughing at all. No, he’s looking towards the door instead. Shit, it’s the topless blonde I caught giving Ethan a lap dance. At least she has the decency to be wearing clothes this time. Her icy glare fixes itself on our table. Well, it’s more on me than the table. Ethan groans beside me.
“Excuse me,” he grumbles, so I slide out letting him pass. If there is such a thing as an angry walk, Ethan is displaying it as he moves toward the door. He opens it, and after waiting for Nicola to go through, he follows behind her.
“What’s that all about?” Kiaya asks, trying to spy on them through the window. I can’t see much, but I can tell the topless blonde is angry with the way her arms are flailing around.
It’s not long before Ethan rejoins us. I slide along so he can sit in my old spot. He seems tense. “You ready, Donnie? I should probably get you home before your mom gets worried.” While Donnie gathers his things, Ethan mutters, “Bye, ladies.” And with that they leave. “That’s weird,” says Kiaya. I silently agree. Ethan insists there’s nothing between him and Nicola, but I would be a fool if I didn’t notice that there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there.
Ethan
I needed to get out of there. From the moment I spotted Nicola, I knew she would make a scene. I can’t have her ruining my already fragile relationship with Caitlin. It would be typical since Caitlin and I finally seem to be getting somewhere. Opening the door, I’m relieved when she takes the hint and goes outside. At first she doesn’t say a word, she just glares at me.
“What?” I bark at her.
“I’ve been trying to get hold of you Ethan Kendricks! Who the hell do you think you are? I know you’re avoiding me. Me!” she screams the last word in my face, her arms waving around.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, but I don’t want to be a bastard to you either, Nicola. You know the score,” I state.
“It’s because of that British bitch, isn’t it?” she
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