Ethan kisses down your chest, murmuring against it, “Why can’t she look at me the way she looks at him?” He mumbles against your chest, he’s talking about the girl he’s been into for awhile, you two aren’t dating—but you’re sort of friends, who hook up sometimes. He’s the jock and you’re his coach’s daughter. “I’m never good enough for her.” He kisses back up to your neck.