“You tell your little boyfriend who was inside of you last night?” Ethan whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the lobe.

You don’t have a boyfriend. He doesn’t know that. Ethan was inside of you last night. He’s also your brother’s best friend. So you’re obviously in a bit of a.. situation here.

He licks his lips, staring at you, a smirk almost gracing his emotionless face. Almost.

He’s not a bad boy, he just has some problems. His bipolar a big one. You seem to help him, though.