Ethan POV:
So Lena is just staring at the house, with wide eyes. I can't tell if she likes it or not, and I panic. But then I hear her Kelting, and after I listen I know it was by accident. She thinks I made this house just so we could do it! I can't believe she sees me like that! I mean yeah, that'd be amazing and all, but I love her too much to care about that right now. I say a little too quickly,
"Lena, I would never pressure you into doing something you didn't want to do," and I see her blush 10 shades darker. She must have realized I heard her accidental Kelting. She bites her lip and says,
"I know Ethan; I'm just scared of what I want…" Scared of what she wants? I think. What does that- oh. Oh. But she continues, a smile on her face, "But Ethan, I LOVE it and of course I'll live in it with you! Uncle Macon's gone on a 3 week trip to Tennessee to visit my distant relative Gloria, so we have lots of time to ourselves," she adds. I feel like a weight is lifted off of my chest. She likes it! She likes the house! I do a mental fist pump and wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close.
I slowly kiss her, and I feel the fire burning between us. I walk her over to a tree, not breaking the kiss, until her back is pressed up against the bark. Our kisses become more heated as I run my hands along her shoulders and up her back, pulling her shirt up with them. She knots her hands in my hair; I love it when she does that. Lena wraps her legs around my torso, using the tree to get her some leverage. I am heated up and almost sweating and she is too. I let my tongue graze her bottom lip, and I hear her sigh. Before this goes any farther, Lena pulls away for a second, pulls her shirt down covering up her stomach, and grabs my hand. I immediately miss the feel of her skin and lips on mine. We're both still breathing hard, catching our breath.
"Come on, Ethan! You haven't even showed me the house yet!" she giggles. Man, I love hearing her laugh. I want to stay here and kiss her all day but I give in anyway.
"Fine," I fake pout. She begins to walk toward the house but I yell back, "Don't you want your loving, protective boyfriend to come with you?" She turns, with a smile on her face, and yells back,
"Come and get me!"
She turns back around, and I jump up and sprint over to her. I pick her up from behind, holding her bridal-style, and walk her to our new house, listening to her laughter the whole way.
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