Keira“I did mean it when I said you should use this time to take a break,” I tell Ethan as he unloads my overnight bag out of his car, giggling. “Not with you driving us to God-knows-where on a Friday afternoon.”Ethan laughs as he closes the trunk. “Spending time with you is the only kind of rest I need.”I shake my head to distract myself from the cheesiness because I will admit that made me blush and smile more than it had to. So, I take in the beautiful rest house Ethan drove us to.With a modern minimalist motif, I’ve never seen a lovelier house.“Go on inside, I won’t be long.”And the inside is much more beautiful. I can’t believe I get to stay here even for just a day. I explore each floor thoroughly. The first thing that caught my eye is the beautiful view of the beach from the second floor. With the sun almost gone, the waters are tinted orange and red as the sun retreats on the horizon.“It’s beautiful, is it not?” I don’t need to turn my head to know it was Ethan who spok

KeiraEthan doesn’t waste any time, after the words left my lips, he’s onto me like a man starved. His lips ravish mine in passionate caresses and I take everything he’s willing to give. Ethan’s tongue juts out, licking my lower lip, asking for access that I grant immediately.Our tongues meet and suddenly the kisses turn fevered and urgent. My hands are everywhere on his body, touching whatever I can reach as Ethan leads us to the bed.Before I knew it, Ethan’s toying with the string that holds my dress together, one tug and the whole top half droops bunching at my waist.“Fuck, Keira.” Ethan inhales sharply when his hands cup my breasts and he’s met with bare skin. “Did you go out commando too?” he murmurs in between languid strokes of his tongue.Snickering, I bite my lip as I pull away from him, just enough to murmur, “I wasn’t’ that brave. Wanna see?”Ethan nods slowly and I had to rip my eyes away from his hooded ones. I make a show of turning around before slowly caressing my h

KeiraAs soon as we were dressed— Ethan in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, and me in shorts and one of Ethan’s shirts— we don’t waste time making breakfast. Based on last night’s and this morning’s activities, I could confidently say we’re both super hungry.With the pantry fully stocked, we went a little crazy in preparing all sorts of food. While Ethan was making blueberry pancakes, I decided I wanted something more filling. I fry up some bacon and sausages, along with eggs to go with our pancakes.“Do you like your eggs scrambled?” I ask Ethan without looking up from the pan. But when he doesn’t answer, I lift my eyes only to see him staring back at me with a goofy smile on his face.“Uh… do I have something on my face?” I ask, with a nervous chuckle before bringing my attention back to the frying sausages.Still smiling, Ethan shakes his head and goes back to his concoction of pancake mix. “Nothing,” he says. “I think I just had a glimpse of the future.”Any other time I would t

KeiraIt was a good thing that I always carry facemasks in my bag. Wearing my hair down, I make sure that it covers most of my face. Even though there aren’t many people on the bus home, I still want to make sure I wouldn’t be recognized.Twitter is aflame with burning trends about me and Ethan. A ‘gold-digging wench’ they call me. Some are more creative, while some call me a slut. I’m not going to lie, it hurts to be called those demeaning words, especially because they come from the people who say they love Ethan. How do people with so much love for an artist, turn around and hold so much contempt for another?Every time I refresh the page, there’s a new tweet about me and him. Then I see the photo that Alina must have been referring to. Sure enough, it’s a photo of me and Ethan. He’s opening the door of his car for me. And from our clothes, this is from when he took me to walk around his old neighborhood.Who even took the photo? It looks too grainy to have been taken by a profes

EthanWell, this is a fucking mess. When I arrived at Patrick’s office, the other members are waiting too. With Patrick still in his meeting with the president, we’re stuck here until further notice.“Well, it’s nice of you to show up,” Aiden greets me as I take a seat, sandwiched between him and Alexander on the colorful couch. Luke and Liam are on the twin bean bags on the floor playing on their phones.“I’m sorry, I got held up…” but I let it hang because when I turn to face Aiden, he doesn’t seem upset like I thought he’d be. In fact, Luke and Liam look indifferent as well. It’s only Alexander who seems to have a furrow on his brow.Standing up, I address the room. “I’m sorry I got you all in this mess.” I got their attention with that, but I know they deserve more than a half-assed apology. “I’m gonna work with Patrick to clear this up quickly.”Liam stands up then claps a hand on my shoulder and offers me a small smile. I return his smile with a grateful one. Among the men her