“This is not how I pictured our first hotel stay together,” Ethan whispers. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his bare chest.
“I definitely thought there would be less people involved when we stayed in our first hotel,” I say.
He grins. “That’s for damn sure.”
When he smiles at me like that, I can’t help but fall in love with him all over again. I grab his face and pull him down to me for a kiss. Soon, our legs are tangled together and our hands are all over each other and the kisses go from sweet to more urgent.
I break away and put my hands on his shoulders. “We should stop.”
“Yeah,” he says, exhaling a slow breath. He closes his eyes for a second, like he’s trying to make all sexy thoughts disappear. “We should definitely stop.”
“Next week,” I say, poking him in the chest.
“I can’t wait,” he says. “I’m going to make out with you in every room of my new apartment.”
“Ethan?” I whisper, not because I’m trying to be quiet but because I’m still frail when it comes to this topic.
“Yes, babe?” he says back, his voice soft and caring.
“Are we going to be okay?”
He smiles softly while his thumb slides down my cheek. “We’ll be more than okay, Ella. We’ll be perfect.”
