16-You're fucking crazy

"You ..." - I position myself between him and the closed door of his room behind me, placing my index finger on his chest as a sign of threat, while he just looks at me from above with a calm and relaxed expression , as if expecting this reaction from me:

"You ruined my evening." - I dwell on every single word to make him understand how much I hate him right now, not just for making me come home, but for his way to treat me, as if everything depended on him, even my life.

"Did you prefer being in his company?" - he raises his chest to the height of my chin, and then passes his tongue between his lips, while I try to understand if he is angry or indifferent in the darkness that surrounds us, even if his voice is very provocative , enough to force me to bring one foot back when he stretches an arm to the crook of my neck to rest the palm of the hand on the wood of the door, beside my head.

"Yes." - I just say with a confident tone, shamelessly lying to him just to change his satisfied expression.

God! I hate him so much right now that I can slap him in his face, but I still let him speak from above, as he brings his body closer and closer to mine to cage me between his arms and the door of his room.

"Valerie ..." - he raises a corner of his mouth, sighing on my face, with such confidence that I noisily swallow my saliva:

"You can try to make me jealous whenever you want, but ..." - I frown at his words , alarming me when I realize his words.

I didn't try to make him jealous with Jack! I don't care what Ethan thinks of me, but before I can spit a word, he anticipates me and resumes his speech, this time whispering and raising a corner of his mouth, while taking advantage of the proximity between my head and his hand resting on the door to start stroking my neck with his thumb:

"This is a real fucking kiss, Valerie."

I am so mesmerized by the warm air blowing on my cheek, that I understand her words only when je suddenly lowers his head to rest his mouth against mine, pushing against my lips with so much force that it forces me to step back to collide with the cold wood behind.

My expression goes from confused to surprise, as I let out a muffled moan for his tongue that forcefully enters my mouth without even asking me for access.

As his cold hand reaches for the hem of my dress to caress the bare skin of my right leg, I try to convince myself to walk away from Ethan.

Break away, Valerie!

My conscience screams at me to escape from his hands and lips that move between my so experienced that I try to follow their rhythm, rather than walk away from there and lock myself in my room for the rest of my life.

Escape!

Another second ... Just one more second and I promise myself to resume hating Ethan as I did before, before his mouth suckes mine several times, but after a second and another one I realize that I can't pull myself away from Ethan, almost wanting to appropriate the taste of his tongue that now intertwines with mine, teasing my palate with the wet tip, while the taste of smoke mixed with the sweetness of his mouth makes me want more and more.

I widen my eyes when I feel his hand in contact with my thigh rising higher and higher, under the fabric of the dress:

"Ethan." - I try to get his attention, taking advantage of the fact that he pushes away from my lips, even if my voice comes out as a whispered moan, while he doesn't think twice before leaving another kiss to mold on my mouth :

"This is how you kiss." - he repeats in such a hoarse tone that I struggle to understand what he is saying against my lips, but as soon as his fingers on my skin reach my lower back, I stop connecting the brain to my actions , hurrying to raise one arm in the air and squeeze my fingers, then throw a punch in the face of the man in front of me.

As soon as he takes a step back and leaves me the way clear to get away from the door, I take the opportunity to run to my bedroom, but not before giving him a quick glance, noticing that he brings a hand to the cheekbone I took of aim.

"Holy shit!" - I hear him scream from behind, this time not bothering to wake the other two roommates, but I don't stop, bringing my now wet lower lip between my teeth, while Ethan continues to swear:

"You're fucking crazy, Valerie!" - he continues to swear, but I try not to regret my gesture, entering my room as soon as I notice that the door of Meredith's room opens:

"Ethan? What happened? "- I hear her running towards him worried, as I slam the door behind me, leaving my friend in the company of that asshole and trying not to feel guilty, even if I'm too distracted to think about anything else than wondering if I was right to throw a punch at him.

I feel my mouth go up in flames from the taste of his tongue everywhere: on my lips, on my palate ... Everywhere, damn it!

I lean my back against the door of my room closing my eyes, while my chest is up and down because of my labored breathing.