Ethan Liking Novels & Stories

I bet Ethan and him were both carved from the same gigolo stone. “And who might you be?” He asked eyeing me up. Somehow I didn't like the guy so much anymore. “I would be ‘none of your businesses!” I said with a big smile plastered on my face. “Feisty, eh?” he gave me a smirk and a wink. “I’m loving it. Nice catch, Ethan.” “What catch? She’s just another student of mine, pestering me for more info and grades.” Ethan's voice was so cold and emotionless that it threw me off guard. I tried my level best not to let it show on my face.

I hissed. But before we could twirl around and flee back down the street, his head lifted. His gaze found us instantly. "Well, speak of the angels," Ethan said, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes swept down Liz’s figure in yoga pants and a cropped hoodie, and his grin deepened. "Look at you. Didn’t take you for a yoga girl, but I gotta admit… I’m into it." "Ethan," Liz said sharply. "You can’t keep showing up here. It’s—"

Marco tilted his head slightly, his lips curving faintly. “You’ve got fire in you,” he said quietly, just for me. I swallowed and looked down at my plate. But I could still feel the way he was watching me. Sienna’s fingers slid further up Ethan’s arm. “Poor thing,” she said, mock sympathy dripping from every word. “Lashing out at inanimate objects. That can’t be good for your… marriage.” Ethan’s chair scraped faintly against the floor as he shifted away from her. “Stop,” he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

Music was playing low in the background as our Shadows were painted on the road as we drove off. At some point, Ella moved forward from the back seat. “So tell me Ethan, what do you do?” “I am an engineer,” he answered. “Mostly site supervision, construction projects… stuff like that.” “Oh wow, the responsible, hardworking type.” She said playfully. Ethan chuckled. “You are making it sound like it is a bad thing.” “No, no. It is a good kind of bad. I actually like responsible men.” I groaned as I was now looking outside the window. “Can you have some shame and not flirt with my brother in front of me?”

I whispered. Ethan nodded, his thumb still rubbing against my hand like he was trying to comfort me. “I know, but you captivated me. There’s something about you, princess. I don’t know what it is, but I like it. We connected in a way I can't leave you easily.” Like father, like son. I thought to myself. Players in suits. With words like sugar and hearts like stone. “Oh… that’s nice, Ethan,” I said, smiling faintly.

I asked Ethan, trying to shift the attention off me. “Me? Fun? Oh, sweetheart”……he grinned “I live for fun. Climbing, surfing, salsa dancing” “Salsa dancing?” I choked. Ethan nodded proudly. “I’m basically a menace on the dance floor.” Alex muttered, “He’s terrible.” “I am amazing,” Ethan shot back. And just like that, the table dissolved into laughter—mine soft, Ethan’s loud, Alex’s was nonexistent but his eyes were warmer now. The drinks arrived. Mine was soft pink and smelled like strawberries.

I continued, rubbing my hands while I blew it. "They loved you for that, you know?" He chuckled. "And your brownies are awesome. I drooled over some right now." "You tasted my brownies?" I asked in disbelief. I didn't know what should I feel. Should I be proud that Ethan likes my cake or should I be embarrassed because I never thought he would eat them? Oh dear God. "Yeah, I kind of asked for a female pup to get me one. Oh, and the pups want you to play with them again. You need to come often." Why would he drove that seriously? I mean, he just locked his gaze to the road like I wasn't there.

"I'm five." "I know," Liam said. A tear, a single, treacherous tear, escaped his eye and tracked down his cheek. "Why are you crying?" Ethan asked, concerned. "Did you fall?" "No," Liam laughed, a wet, broken sound. "No. I'm just... happy to meet you." "Do you like tigers?" Ethan asked. "I love tigers," Liam said. "They are my favorite." "Me too!" Ethan beamed. "They are strong."

Then he went even paler. “Does Anthony know?” I barked out a laugh. “God, yes.” Ethan closed his eyes like it physically pained him. “This is a nightmare.” “No,” I said. “This is what happens when you spend months looking at a woman thinking you’re being subtle. You’re really not.” He groaned into his hands. I softened a little then and stepped closer. “Ethan,” I said. “She likes you, too, you know.” His head came up slightly. “You don’t know that.”

"Well, I decided to disappoint you." Alethia shot a sharp look at him. He wasn't dazed. There was something about him that made his seem like he could never be brought to annoyance. He smiled so well that it seemed nothing could make his sad or angry, and this part of him was becoming the part that Alethia was finding more loving about him. "I'm quite disappointed, if that's what you want me to be." They were staring at each other now. Ethan knew he liked her. He didn't know how much likeness he'd garnered for her, but he was sure that spending time with her would be nothing but fun, especially if she had to always act stubborn with him.