Together Forever

Chapter 34

Evelyn's POV

I wake up to something tickling my nose, probably someone's hair. Groaning, I slowly open my eyes

but close them almost immediately as the bright sunlight hits me. I place my hand on my face and rub

my eyes with the back of my hand till they adjust to the light. My head throbs continuously as if

someone hit it with a hammer and my body feels so weak.

Feeling hot at the side of my cheek, I slowly turn around and a loud gasp escapes my lips as soon as

my eyes fall on him. Ethan is sleeping beside me almost upon me with his face clinging to mine and his

hair messily falling on his face which was tickling me all this time.

What the hell?

I slept with Ethan?

I mean...no, no, I slept beside Ethan?

Someone, please scream on my behalf.

On instinct, I jerk up from the bed trying to sit but soon my body falls back with the exact force and I

look down to see his hand lying on my belly clutching me so tight as if I am some kind of teddy bear.

How did I even come here?

Well, I should calm down.

Calm down...deep breaths.

I shut my eyes and try to remember what happened last night.

It was raining, I came home, I thought Ethan wasn't home but he was there in my bloody room, he was

angry, he scolded me and…

My hand comes toppling over my mouth like whiplash in utter shock as I remember what happened

next.

My Gawwwwd…

Ethan...kissed me!

It happened. Oh my God, it happened for real.

He kissed me and I let him kiss me. Was I in an illusion? I…

My head falls on the pillow in defeat and I look back at his sleeping face as a long sigh breaks free from

my lips. I turn around to face him, he stirs a bit and wraps his arm around my waist again, pulling me

closer. I place my hand under my chin and eye him carefully.

It happened finally.

I'm surprised.

I can remember him asking me if I regret it or not. Well, I don't. I mean why should I? If he wasn't the

one to kiss me, then who? He was the one who made me feel different for the first time in my life. He

does things to me no one ever did and nobody even has the power to do so. Then in this case, why

wouldn't it be him?

I knew it was going to happen. Still, I tried to stay away from him just for the sake of it but I couldn't. He NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

didn't let me. Like he is holding me now, implying no matter how much I try, I can't go anywhere. I'm just

shocked.

Because never in my life, I thought this day will come when I will stay in someone's arms like this.

Someone will kiss me. I never wanted to but like when flood submerges the world and deluges

everything away but it still keeps raining, at that moment as a person looks up at the implacable sky in

utter hopelessness, then to God how he looks, so helpless and so weak having no power to stop the

torrent other than praying and watching the devastation; just like him, to Ethan's ruinous power and

dominance he has on me, I was helpless. I tried but everything was in his hand and I was just a mere

victim of his precedence.

I raise my hand and softly touch his face, getting a shiver at the contact. I move my face closer leaving

inches between us as his hot and steady breath strokes my face when my fingers gently caress his soft

skin. A smile creeps upon my lips bit by bit and I close my eyes to devour the moment but just as those

words come flooding back in my mind, they shoot open.

I can remember something. He... he said something.

My eyebrows furrow at the outcome of me trying hard to recall everything.

As my mind gets cleared more and that moment replays over and over in my head, my eyes get bigger

and my hand stops moving. The effect of those words causes me to release all the adrenaline in my

body, making it flow through my bloodstream and my eyes stop blinking.

I'm sure. He did say it. It wasn't a dream.

When I can't keep staring anymore, my eyes hurt, and the moment I blink, a single tear rolls down my

face.

Then another. And another.

Soon the pillow beneath my face gets wet but my stream of tears doesn't seem to end.

I love you…

He said it before I lost consciousness last night.

He loves me…

He loves me.

As I remember saying him those three words over and over, my heartbeat quickens and an

indescribable pleasure fills my heart.

Do I look like a stupid because I am crying and the reason is the person I don't know what I feel for

loves me?

Even if I do, I can't stop.

It all feels so overwhelming.

I don't know how to express this emotion when someone... to me only this boy says he loves me.

I wipe the tears off my face and look back at Ethan. He seems so innocent as he sleeps with his hair

over his forehead like a baby. I lift my head and balance it with my hand and use my other hand to push

the curls away from his face. I gently caress the side of his forehead when my eyes suddenly fall on an

ink paint on his neck. I get closer towards him and pull the collar of his t-shirt down revealing a star

tattoo on the side of his neck.

I never saw it before. It's a five-star tattoo and every half of each side is inked black while the other half

is his skin color. It's so beautiful.

I try to touch it however I don't get the chance as Ethan suddenly gets a hold of my wrist and pulls me

on his chest and looks at me with sleepy eyes.

My hands fall flat on his chest and my hair flows on both sides of my face as I take the time to calm my

heart down.

Why does he always catch me like this?

He smirks at me and pushes my hair back, "Look I again caught you gawking at my 'beautiful' sleeping

face." He says, throwing quotation marks in the air.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, your thoughts are too high. I wasn't gawking at you."

I'm sure as hell I was.

"Yeah yeah. I trust you." He grins.

As he stares carefully at my face, suddenly his smile vanishes as his face wrinkles in worry.

He puts his hand on my face and softly brushes my puffy eyelids.

"What happened? You were crying?" He asks, frowning.

"Umm...no?"

"But…"

"I wasn't. Why would I cry?" I try to reason as he keeps brushing my lids trying to flatten them.

It's very hard to lie to him.

He frowns bigger as he places his hand on my forehead.

"What are you doing?" I ask, confusedly.

"I'm checking if you are still burning or not because you were last night." He says, "No, you aren't. Then

what's wrong? You look sick."

"I...I am alright." I reply.

He seems unconvinced by my answer but he lets it go and sits up on the bed with me.

And then I notice what I am wearing. I look down at the t-shirt that has written 'Boss' in bold letters and

look back at him, puzzled. It seems boyish. I definitely wasn't wearing it yesterday.

He takes notice of my uneasiness as he asks, "What?"

"What... what's this?" I say, holding out the collar.

He eyes me and replies, "It's called a t-shirt."

Oh, I didn't know that.

"It's not mine."

He nods, "Yeah. That's mine."

Oh my God!

Is it what I am thinking? I didn't change myself. That means someone else changed me. No way…

I gasp, "What the hell? Who the hell changed me?" I yell.

"Of course, me. Who else?" He says, rolling his eyes.

What the fuck? He fucking changed my clothes and now acting like it's not a big deal? I mean… I…

Speechless

I watch him in shock not finding anything to say.

"You did?!" I point at him, "You changed my clothes? How dare you? How could you do that? Why did

you do that? Ugh… You saw everything! My God... I am dead." I fall back on the bed with the sheets

covering my face.

I hear him chuckling as he falls beside me.

"I said before you were burning so I couldn't keep you in those wet clothes. And you fainted so I

couldn't wake you up. Simple."

I push the sheets off my face as I glare at him, "It's not simple at all. That doesn't mean you can change

me."

"Oh, calm down. I swear I saw nothing." He pauses and I narrow my eyes at him causing him to give

me a sheepish grin, "Well, nothing much."

Much?

Yeah, that describes everything.

How can someone be so unaffected after doing such a thing? He is so shameless.

"How could you think that you had the right to change me?" I shout at him.

He blows out a breath, "Ok, I am sorry. Can we just stop talking about it now? I'm hungry and you too.

We didn't eat last night."

"I have another question," I say.

"Shoot."

"What are you doing in my room? Why didn't you go back to yours?"

His face turns uneasy at my question and he scratches his neck.

"I... actually...umm...it was so cold yesterday and I didn't feel like sleeping alone in my room. So I

stayed here." He flashes me the most innocent smile I have ever seen.

I roll my eyes as I sit upon the bed, "That's a freaking lame excuse."

"As if you didn't like me staying here. You seemed pretty cozy cuddling with me." He says, proudly.

"Maybe because I thought you were my panda."

He grins cheekily, "I would love to be your panda though."

*******

We are now at our kitchen having breakfast. I'm almost done but Ethan isn't really eating. He is just

moving his spoon and he seems nervous all of a sudden.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you eating anything?" I ask, shoving the last spoon of omelet into my

mouth.

"Nothing. I just want to ask you something." He says, looking down.

"What?"

"Umm… do you remember anything from last night? I said something to you." He asks and I catch him

gulping.

Yeah, I remember very well what you said.

I nod, "Yeah, I do remember. You scolded me a lot." I say, nonchalantly.

His eyes shoot up at me and guilt shows up on his face.

"I am sorry. I was angry because… whatever. I told you something else apart from scolding." He says,

nervous.

"Nah, I can't remember you saying anything else." I tease, taking a sip of water.

I'm having so much fun!

His face falls and he seems gloomy. I pretend not to notice and get up from the chair, heading to the

living room. I hop on the couch and place a pillow on my lap, hugging it. Footsteps can be heard and

soon Ethan comes and sits beside me.

"Evelyn?" He sounds like a whiny kid.

"What?" I try to look annoyed, suppressing the smile that is fighting to break free but I fail and he

catches me, smiling.

He frowns a little and then like he gets it as he smiles himself and with just one pull on my wrist, he has

me on his lap and my hand is behind his neck and another on his chest. It doesn't seem as unlikely

now as it seemed to me before. Maybe just the magic of those three magical words.

He smirks, "You teasing me?" He says, raising his eyebrows.

I nod, smiling innocently.

"You remember then?"

I nod again.

"So?" He asks and I feel his body stiffens under me.

"So? I don't know." I shrug, causing him to sigh.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as he speaks, "Say something, please." He pleads.

"Do I have to really?" I sigh looking down at my lap and he nods.

I just don't know how to say this.

"Ok." I huff as I look back at him.

I slowly raise my hand and place it on his cheek and move my face towards him very slowly. He seems

taken aback by my action but he shrugs it off and closes his eyes, tightening his hold on me.

Do it!

But…

Just fucking do it!

Ok…

I close my eyes and tilt my head and move my face closer until I feel his hot skin against my lips. I take

a deep breath and kiss his…

Cheek?!

I just kissed his cheek?

I am such an idiot.

As soon as I remove my lips, his eyes shoot open.

"That's all?" He asks, disappointment in his voice.

I nod, sighing.

He finally chuckles seeing my sad face and kisses my forehead.

"Ok, I will wait." He says, smiling and hugs me tightly.

I smile and hug him back.