The Breakup
“Ethan? You should take a warm shower,” I said as I turned back to face him.
I quickly found out that Ethan had other things in mind that had nothing to do with taking a shower when he lifted me into his arms and started carrying me towards our bed. He threw me onto the bed before he got on top of me. I let a cry when my back hit the mattress of the bed. Before I could do anything, Ethan was on top of me, and his hands started tearing my thin satin nightgown off my body.
“Ethan…wait…” I protested more in confusion than in refusal.