Ida's POV

"It's getting late," Harry gets off the sofa. "We all should go to bed now."

"Yeah," Maia stretch's her body, "tomorrow's gonna be a longggg day."

"Good night." I head for the stairway- the worst part of the place.

For crying out loud, why does the road to a beautiful room have to be so scary?

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

One, two, three, GO!

After tripping a few times, I reached the door and flung it open, my adrenalin was out of control, so I forget about a sleeping Ethan and bang the door close.

"Foxy?" Ethan turns his head towards mine.

"Yeah, sorry about that, go back to sleep."

"What happened?" He sits up straight. His eyes showed concern and worry.

"Did the guys do something?" Ethan's frown deepened, and body stiffened.

"What? No." I answer quickly, not wanting the misunderstanding to go any further.

He relaxes, "Then?"

"The stairs, it's creepy." I point towards the door.

Instead of laughing at me, Ethan worries. "Will you get an...?"

"Attack? No."

"Are you sure?" My heart flutters at his concern.

"Yes." I smile, and he relaxes.

"Come here." He pats to his side.

I crawl over the bed and relax my body next to Ethan's. His chest pressed against my back, and his breath on my neck.

The atmosphere immediately filled with his scent.

"What are you doing?" I asked Ethan as he twirled my hair around his fingers.

"I like your hair." My heart skipped a beat as he kissed it.

He holds my body tighter to his, making me unable to move.

Ethan fidgets with my ear, in-between his teeth. He was giving me goosebumps at our skin contact.

"What are you doing?" I ask again, shivering as his cold feet touch mine.

"Are you feeling cold?" He sits up on his elbow.

I nod, and he gently tugs me in the blanket. The minty scent from his body envelopes me.

"Better?"

"Yes." I turn around to come face to face with him.

He rests his head on the pillow we shared after tucking me in properly.

I caress his cheek, and he traps my hand in between his cheek and shoulder.

"Your hands are cold." My palm rubbed against his cheeks as the warmth from his body made me feel better. "Why are you so cold?"

"Why are you so warm?"

I put my hand around him, letting my worries fade away in his warmth and close my eyes.

"Sleep," the last thing I heard from Ethan before I went to sleep, "you need to rest." He kissed my forehead.

×××

The next morning, I got up early. I couldn't be a late bird while at someone else's place.

I tie my hair up in a ponytail after brushing my teeth.

"Ethan, GET UP!!!" I shout in his ear.

"WHAT!!!?" I snatch away the pillow that he used to cover his ears with.

We both jolt as our room door- that I unlocked just a minute ago opened slowly.

I jump up to Ethan and crawl into the blanket.

"Ahhhhh!!!" I scream as a green figure comes in our view.

"WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING AT BITCH? IT'S FUCKING 6 IN THE MORNING!" Oh, this voice sounded familiar. Just as I open my eyes, a pillow comes flying at me.

Ethan caught the pillow just before it hit our faces. And a fuming Lilith stormed out of our room, banging the door close.

"Everyone gets up at ten here." He places the pillow to the side.

"Now, how do you plan to pay me back for my sleep time?" Ethan climbs on top of me.

"Big men don't have a beauty sleep."

"Who said that?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I."

"You're saying a lot of things lately." He caresses my cheek.

Ethan's eyes become darker as they looked into mine. Our legs brushed against each other, and tingling sensations ran up my spine.

"Are you still wearing that?"

I nodded after processing his words.

The distance between our bodies automatically reduced as his lips came in contact with mine.

We both pulled away breathless; our kiss was gentle and passionate. I placed my hands on either side of him and pulled him closer. I was too desperate for his taste. I wanted him. I needed him. The gap between my legs was deep and desperate. I wanted him to fill it.

I flipped us around, positioning me on top of him. His hand grabbed my waist, preventing me from falling off his lap.

I tug his lips till he opened them, letting me enter. My lips glide with his, discovering every part of him.

The feeling of something hard distracts me.

I pull away from the kiss to find out, but he flips us and climbs on top of me. "You've made me desperate."

Ethan kisses under my ear, giving me the best sensations. Then on my collar bone and pulls away.

"Can I?" He asks before lifting my shirt.

I nod, and he pulls my shirt off. He looks into my eyes and then my neck; he bites his lip while looking at my breasts. I cover my breast with my hand- this was the first time someone other than my mom had looked at them.

"Don't," he moves my hand away, "don't cover them from me."

"This isn't fair." I tug at his top, and he removes it, revealing slithering abs. Butterflies explode in my stomach as I take in the view in front of me. But something catches my eye, a dark spot—a scar.

I run my fingers around the scar on his left, "How did this happen?"

"It's a gunshot, isn't it?"

"Yes," he places his hand on top of mine that was stroking his scar.

I bring my face closer to his, wanting to go dive in his mysterious eyes. "You use guns?"

"I used to, but please don't worry." He pleads.

"Okay," I assure him with incredible difficulty.

Guns? I don't think what he has been through was anything easy; all I wanted was to comfort him and not let him go through whatever he went through ever again.

He rests back beside me and presses his face in my breast. I run my fingers through his hair, trying my best to make him go back to sleep.

This whole trip has made me find things about Ethan that I liked and did not like. But each of those things had been a part of Ethan at some point in time; whether it was now or before, it did not matter. I had to accept it.

"Sorry to wake you up early." I apologize.

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After a few moments
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"I love you." I hear his faint voice.

"What?" I ask, but he does not reply. His eyes were closed, so I assumed he was dreaming.

Soon enough, sleep takes over.

The door of our room bangs open, and a well-dressed Lilith storms in. (Image of Lilith above ;p)

Ethan quickly covers me up under the blanket before Lilith saw anything.

"Don't worry," she comes near the bed, "I'm not interested in what you two lovebirds are onto," she takes the pillow on my left, "I just want my pillow back."
Lilith exits as quickly as she came in.

"Like brother like a sister!" Ethan shouts, loud enough for Lilith to reply to him, "fuck you." I can imagine Lilith showing her middle finger while heading to her room.

"Brother?" Lilith has a brother; I wonder who?

"Chris," Ethan looks at me, "Chris and Lilith are siblings."

Welp, an xxx combo of siblings.

"COME DOWN YOU TWO!!" Lilith calls from down the stairs.

"What for?" I raise an eyebrow at Ethan.

"Breakfast."

"Oh." I grin, "eat together?"

"Yes," He smiles.

I have hardly known this place for a night, but have come to like its homely vibe, one that I didn't quite receive before.

A family.