Chapter 32  Dressed in my warm sweaters and jeans along with my Ugg boots, I waited for Ethan to pick me up for our date. My hair is tied in a low bun, letting a few strands fall on my face.I applied my nude lipstick to make it look more natural in case red makes me look like a bitch. There has been a zoo of butterflies settling in my stomach ever since Ethan asked me out on a date last night. I felt so happy and giddy, my blood pumping with excitement and nervousness at the same time. I wrapped my neck with the scarf because apparently New York climate has the coldest air and as much as I wanted to flaunt my legs in my short dress, I don't want to end up in a hospital bed after my date.  An hour later, I’m ready to retire in my bed because I don't want to start cussing Ethan in my bed because he stood me up. On our d

Chapter 34 18+(mature content ahead)I jumped at his voice,blinking back the tears. Ethan's arms snaked around my waist pulling me unexplainably close towards him, his breath fanned over my face. His minty breath is one I’m so addicted to and all I wanted to do was taste his red soft lips. My wishes were fulfilled when his warm,soft lips came down on mine, almost knocking me over because of the force. I couldn't explain the relief in my chest when he pulled me closer as if the non-existence distances between our bodies is not enough. I moaned when his hands started to fondle my breast through my thin cotton tops.  When I’m sure that my knees won't let me stand, Ethan pulls away slowly releasing my body and stares down at me. “Does that answer your questions or should I expl

Chapter 36    It's been a week since I came home from New York. It's been the best week in my home with my dad and my naughty niece and nephews. Piper is so huge with her nine months old baby bump. When she greeted me yesterday, I cried instantly because let's be honest. I've been so emotional and sensitive lately, crying over small things such as hearing Ethan's voice and seeing Gareth’s face.    Currently, Piper and I were knitting woollen socks for her baby and I cried...again because the tiny socks are freaking cute. I imagined myself knitting tiny socks for my future kids and warm spreads in my chest.    “Do you know if it's a baby girl or a baby boy?” I asked my sister who seemed to be glowing with happiness.