He brought me to his house, of all places, why did he bring me to his home. Does he want to rape me or something? I think if he wanted to, I wouldn't be standing here and him walking towards wherever he is walking too. I look around the place, and I must say it's beautiful. The walls are painted black all around, really matching his personality. There is a staircase to my left, while straight ahead is the living room decorated with little bits of white painting, giving the room colour. The couches are grey with a black centre table. I walk towards the living room, and to its right is the kitchen. The kitchen is gorgeous; it is painted grey. The chairs in the kitchen are white and golden long stools. The workup is black with little stripes of gold.

"If you are done admiring my house, I think we should continue the assignment," Ethan says startling me

"Oh yes we should, but I have to say your house is beautiful," I say walking behind Ethan to the living room

"I know, you don't have to tell me," Ethan says cocky as always

"I don't know if it will kill you to say thank you," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Sit," Ethan says, pointing at his couch.

"Thank you, but I have to ask. Please, why did we come to your house?" I say being polite even though he is the last person I should ever be cultured with in this world.

"Because we had nowhere else to go."

"No, we had other places we could have gone too"

"Really, like where at this hour," Ethan says, looking at me like I am a fool. I think to myself, and that's when I realize that there is actually nowhere that would be open for us to work at this late hour other than a house.

"You are right."

"Good, now let's get this done so I can finally sleep well tonight," Ethan says and gets to work on his laptop. I also do the same and try to get this assignment done tonight.

After four hours of programming, revisions and checking for errors. Ethan and I were able to complete our assignment. I am so happy, Alhamdulillah and I am also exhausted.

"I can't believe we are done," I say with a lot of excitement in my voice

"Me too, it feels like a dream," Ethan says, sounding happy for the first time I have ever known him. He also smiles, and I must say his smile is actually beautiful. I can't believe I just admired something about Ethan. Am I going mad this night? I pinch myself to correct my brain because I think something is wrong with it.

I fall back down on the couch, feeling very tired from all the programming I have been doing for hours. I don't even know when I close my eyes and sleep the sweetest sleep I have had since we started this assignment.

I wake up the next morning to the sun shining on my face. I had the best sleep I have had in a while. But then I realize the sun does not shine on my face when I wake up in the morning. I quickly open my eyes and look around me. Where in Allah's name am I? The last thing I remember was lying down on Ethan's couch. Ethan's couch! I slept in Ethan's house, Oh my God. Subhan Allah, what was I thinking falling asleep on his couch, but I am not on his couch right now. I am in a room, a beautiful one, for a matter of fact. I climb out of the bed and look around the room. The place is painted grey. The bed and everything on it are of different shades of grey. That's from the blanket to the pillows and headboard, wow. It's stunning. There is a little mirror hanging on the wall to my left with a side table and a lamp. There are lovely paintings around the room, giving it a bit of colour—a crystal chandelier in the middle and an ash and grey rub on the floor. I like the room.

Now that I have had a good look at the room, I remember I did not bring myself into this room. How did I end up here? Did someone carry me? Did Ethan carry me? Oh My GOD Subhan Allah, can this get any worst. Why would he carry me? The Ethan I know would leave me to sleep on the couch, or worst, throw me out. What made him carry me to bed last night? I don't know, but it's scaring me that he did. Maybe something changed in him last night that made him kind enough to carry me to the room. I am startled when I hear a deep familiar voice creep up on me from the door that I didn't know was opened.

"Now that you are awake, you can leave my house. Get out, you have one minute to get your things, or I will throw you out," Ethan says in all his glory, standing by the door. He is dressed more casually in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I can't believe I thought something changed in him a minute ago. He is still the rude cocky guy he has always been.

I don't say anything and look around for my things in the room. I see only my phone on the bedside table and pick it up. I rudely walk past him and into the living room to get my bag. I can't believe he did not even allow me to wash my face, so much for hospitality. I have not even fully digested the fact that I slept in someone's house, and not just anyone, but his house, and he is already kicking me out—typical Ethan. I walk to the living room and find all my things already arranged for me. I can bet he did it so I won't have to waste time looking for them and leave his house fast. I am about to walk out of his home when I see him looking at me like a predator watching his prey leave. I hiss and walk out of his house.

I am about to step into the elevator when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and see it's Ethan; maybe I left something. I patiently wait for him to get to me before speaking.

"Did I forget something?" I say once he stands in front of me

"No, you did not."

"Then why are you calling me back?" I say confused

"I need you to come back inside."

"Why?" I say totally confused with what he just said

"Because you need to," Ethan says, making me more confused

"Because you need me, too, that is not a reasonable reason for me to walk back to your house."

"It is reasonable enough for me, and I need you too now."

"I am not going back to your house until you give me a good reason why I should," I say crossing my hands over my chest

"I don't have time for this; just come back inside the house. I will be waiting," Ethan says and turns back on his heels to walk to his house. Who does he think he is to tell me to do something, and I would do it because he said so?

"Ethan, you are not serious. I am not following you anywhere until you give me a reason."

"Really," Ethan says, stopping in his tracks.

"Yes, because the only way I will move from here without a reason is if you carry me, and we both know that is not going to happen. So you must tell me why, if not, I will be going, bye," I say and press the elevator button to leave. Ethan is not serious this early morning. Thank God it's Saturday morning, if not I am sure I would be one hour late for class by now. I am about to step into the elevator when the craziest thing that has ever happened to me happens.

I am lifted off the ground and dropped over Ethan's shoulders. What in Allah's name is going on?

"Ethan, please drop me. I was only joking. I will follow you inside," I say over Ethan's shoulder. I can't believe he actually carried me. I never thought he would take me seriously and carry me. This is so wrong in every way, Islamically and morally. Oh, Allah, please forgive me for running my mouth to cause this to happen.

"You dared me, and I did it. So better stay still, or I will spank your ass, and I know you won't want that," Ethan says, and I can feel a smirk forming on his face while walking us back to his house.

I don't repeat a word because I don't want him to do what he just said. I think if he does, I would be scarred for life. I won't even be able to show my face in front of him again. I don't even know what I am going to do when he drops me because I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Ya Allah, what is going on?