Chapter 27
LOVE
KIARA
After three days, we celebrated Ethan's birthday in his hospital room. By we I mean me, Rio, Volt, and Katherine, with his mothers’ permission that we wouldn't make much noise and wouldn't let him eat any sugary sweets.
Katherine made sure that after some time, they would leave us alone so I could give him my own present.
His present was the sketch I had earlier made for him and a blow job. We didn't have much time, but we both managed it and I was grinning widely at him when he came in my mouth, the heart monitor beeping loudly as he panted with the release.
“I love you so fucking much, Kiara,” he had rasped, his voice hoarse. “Come here.” Ethan had pulled me on his lap, kissing me.
I was staying with him and when the night ended, we were cuddling and talking about everything and nothing. I kissed him when he said it was his best birthday ever; minus the part when he wanted to have sex. I had turned him down. Nonetheless, we both had a great time.
I was in my room, sitting on the piano seat and playing soft notes. My eyes were closed as my fingers flitted over the keys. Goose bumps raised in my arms when I felt his warm breath, his lips kissing my neck.
I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “Hi.”
Ethan pecked my lips and sat beside me. “Hi. That’s a new melody. I haven’t heard you play it before.”
I shrugged. “I’m playing what I’m feeling.” And played a few more notes, biting my lip when he drummed his fingers on my thigh.
“What are you doing here, Ethan?” I asked, raising my brow. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” I pointed at the white bandage on his temple, which was still healing.
“I am here to spend some time with my girlfriend, Bella,” he said, his hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. I smiled against his kiss and tightened my fingers on his shirt.
I pulled away, grinning at him, and turned on his lap. “This is for you.”
I closed my eyes, ignoring the way his fingers on my waist felt as I focused on playing the tune I had in my mind for a while. I played the soft notes, my fingers fleeting over the keys, and lost myself in the feeling of sound and how he made me feel.
When I opened my eyes after ending the song, I bit my lip and looked at him, raising my brow. His cheeks were flushed. “That was beautiful, Bella.” He cupped my cheek, his fingers brushing away my hair. “What were you feeling when you played that?”
“Love.”
His eyes swirled with unknown emotions and I breathed when he kissed me, cradling my face in his hands. “I love you so much, Kiara.”
I smiled, running my hand through his hair. “I love you too, Ethan.”
“Then let me show you how much.”
In one move, he picked me from the piano sitting bench and laid me down on my bed, putting my open journal on the nightstand before settling between my legs. I shivered when his hands moved all over my body, our kiss getting hungrier.
“You're cold,” I whispered, my hand cupping his cheek and grazing the stubble. Thankfully, he did close the window after sneaking into my room so that my room stayed warm.
"And horny," Ethan whispered, pulling away and licked his lips. "I cannot stop thinking about my birthday and it's your fault, Kiara." He playfully glared at me and hovered above me, pinning my hands above my head.
I snickered, watching his eyes light up happily.
He kissed me softly and when his cold lips traveled down to my neck, a moan tore out of my lips.
Ethan kissed and bit my skin, making me arch toward his body.
His cold hands removed my sweater and traveled down when our lips met in a scorching kiss, our bodies radiating heat through each other's touch.
When he pulled away to remove my Grinch pajamas, I remembered and tried to pull away.
“Ethan,” I breathed, trying to push him away. “Ethan, no. Stop!” I panicked when his hands held the waistband of my pajamas.
"Ethan, get off me!" I snapped, tears welling in my eyes at his cold touch. "Please, stop!" I gasped for breath when he pulled away, his eyes wide with worry.
"Hey, what happened? Are you all right?" Ethan whispered softly, his hand brushing mine, but I flinched and pushed myself away from him and held the blanket over my chest.
"Don't . . . don't touch me," I stammered and wiped away my tears.
I dared my eyes to look at him, who seemed very confused and worried. He shook his head and blinked when I put my sweater back on, not meeting his eyes.
"Hey, did I do something?” He took a shaky breath. “I . . . Did I hurt you?”
"No."
None of us spoke for a while and I forced myself to calm down and hugged my knees. I felt the bed dip across me, and I froze, looking at him.
"What happened, Kiara?" he asked sternly, his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was deciding whether to hug me or go away.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
"Bullshit."
"Shut up, Ethan!" I said, regretting the words as soon as they left my lips. He pursed his lips, staring at me as if he didn't know me. "I don't want to have sex right now. Is that such a big deal?"
“We both know it’s not about that. What happened?” he asked again and waited for a reply, but I said nothing. I had nothing to say to him. I didn’t want to talk to him right now or let him see me like this.
I met his eyes when he tried to cup my cheeks, but I pulled away, my back touching the headboard. "Please don't touch me," I heard myself whisper, my limbs locking with fear.
The air around us hovered with tension and I could feel that my room was getting colder by the seconds. His unmatched eyes widened, and he dropped his hand and said, "I . . . I won't touch you." He looked over me and said, "If that's what you want."
Without hesitation, I said in a clipped voice, "Yes."
I hugged my arms, looking at my journal, and closed it, ignoring Ethan's burning stare on my face.
“Talk to me, Bella.”
"Can you leave? I don't want you here. Near me, Ethan. I want to be alone. Leave me alone!" I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my palms in fists, my knuckles turning white. I lay down on my bed when I heard him stand up.
I hid my face under the blanket when burning tears stung my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I grumbled, "Go away, Ethan."
I knew he didn't leave even after I had stopped my silent crying. I knew he stayed there listening to my sniffles and my poor attempt to hide that I wasn't crying. I knew he laid a mattress beside my bed on the floor and slept there. Even though I told him to go away, he stayed.