“I don't give a damn!” I growled. “Either you want me or you don't. Fuck everything else.” I stood up. His words made my heart sore. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed me, to ride him even, but if he wasn’t sure then what was I even doing here?
I was being a brat again.
I turned to leave and it was his turn to grab my wrist.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“What, only you get to walk away?” I snapped. “I need coffee.”
Ethan sighed and checked his phone. “Come on. I know a place.” He took my elbow
“I'm not going anywhere with you. What place, you hate coffee?” I yanked my arm away. He didn't even know if he wanted me.
No, you're being a brat
I was. He told me I made his world stop.
“Malcolm…” Ethan huffed in annoyance. “Behave, just this once pretty boy.”
“Do you want me?” I asked, not letting myself get swept up in the name even though my legs were Jello already.
“I don't know why at the moment.” He pinched his nose and I laughed.
“And we both want Blake?” I questioned
“Yes.”
“Then let's go get her.” I grinned.
“Why do you think we're getting coffee?” He smirked, walking past me.
God help him if he changes his mind again.
It didn't take us long to get there, maybe twenty minutes or so by foot. I didn't know what Blake had to do with coffee, maybeshe was meeting us? I hoped not because I was just in Ethan’s sweats and a black tee shirt.
Not something you meet your future girl in.
Ethan however, was dressed prepared for her, dark jeans and a Heather grey button up, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Two thoughts hit me at one. How much of a show off he was, and howbadlyI wanted to suck his dick right now.
“Order whatever you want.” He said.
“I should be the one paying for you, Bugsy. I have more money.”
“Let me treat you.” Ethan shrugged.
“Bugsy?” A woman asked behind us. Not just any woman.
Blake.
My Blake.
Our Blake. She was dressed in black and purple leggings and a matching tank top, her hair in a tight bun with small strands down to frame her face.
“Right on time.” Ethan murmured under his breath and smirked, turning. “Blake! Hey, can't get rid of the nickname, too many people call me that.”
Her face was as red as a tomato as she nodded. “Why is that?”
“His last name is Bunny and he loved Bugs Bunny as a kid.” I chuckled.
