44. Not so Innocent

**Rose Damison**

"I kissed a girl.. just to try it. Hope my boyfriend don't mind it."
I hum the song and sway my hips right and left, guessing the beat as I grab my backpack and stuff it with my notebooks.
"Where are you going?"
I jump in shock as I hear a cold voice behind me. I turn around and find Ryan standing at the door of my room, staring at me suspiciously with narrowed eyes. Oh crap!
"Shit-Study. I mean, study night at Rita's place. My exams are near so," My palms sweat as I grip the book firmly in my hand.
"Kay. I'll drop you." Ryan states as he turns around and leaves. "No. It's okay, I already called the cab." I panic hard like a breathless fish on land.
Ryan comes back with his leather jacket, "Cancel the cab. I am dropping you." He says while dangling the car keys in his finger. My heartbeat races to an unhealthy level as I come up with random excuses, "But I already paid for the cab and it’s waiting-"
I shut my mouth as he actions me to keep quiet while he pulls out his phone and begins talking, "Right now? Where?" I grab my hoodie, books and toss them in the bag, ready to run away from his blazing stare.
"I am getting very late." I tell him. Ryan gawks at me for a second, then actions me to leave as he continues to talk on his phone.
I run like a chicken to get the cab before he changes his mind and drops me at Rita’s, where I am not going.
. . .
"Thank you." I pay the driver and walk towards the house that eliminates with dim light. I look back and forth in doubt just to confirm that no one is following me. I pull out the Java book and straighten my ponytail to look presentable.
I ring the bell and wait for the door to open. I couldn’t stop my giggles, thinking this is probably the first time I did something so darin-
*Thud*
I turn my head towards the heavy sound that comes from behind me. I see a shadowy image running hastily in the dark like a wild dog is chasing from behind. Emara?
*Click*
"You are Rose, right?" I turn my head and see Ethan's mother standing by the door, looking at me with a gentle smile. “Umm, Emara..." I confusedly point up then at the gate. *Did she just run away?*
She looks at me, then at the book in my arms, "Oh! You and Emara are having a night out tonight. How wonderful!" She hugs me and invites me inside her home. "I am so glad you are helping Emara in studies. I am so worried about that girl, she is so careless and carefree."
Ethan's mother keeps talking about Emara, whereas I stay silent knowing I came here to deliver the Java book for Ethan and maybe spend a little personal time with him.
"Did you have dinner?" I nod. "If you need anything, midnight snack, or diet coke, you can get it through the first cabinet in the kitchen."
By now I know where to do the laundry and find the porcelain dishes. "If you need extra pillows or blankets, you can find them in her box bed." I nod. I slowly climb the stairs, not sure if I should tell her the truth.
I look back and see her smiling as she excitedly looks at me. "Have fun girls. And do not study for too late." I smile back then continue to climb the stairs and stop right in front of Ethan's door. I take a deep breath and knock.
"Yeah?"
I twist the handle and nervously walk in. I see Ethan lying on his bed, shirtless, just in his black track pants, reading some article on his laptop.
"Ethan?" His head swiftly turns in my direction. His eyes become wide, ready to pop out of his eyeballs as he screams, "ROSE!"
"Hi!" I blush as I enter in with a red face. Ethan instantly stands up, he looks shocked, scared, and almost dead. "What are you doing here?" His track is hung very low on his hips and hugging his ass showing how nice it is. I have a sudden urge to squeeze it.
"I-I-ay... Um, book!" My absurd mutterings are starting to sound like a little steam engine. Him being shirtless is making me breathless. "Bu-But it's too late, Rose." He walks around the room and closes the door behind me.
"You said you couldn't meet me coz you have a Spanish test tomorrow, so I thought I'll come to meet you instead." I stand on the tip of my toes and engulf him in my arms.
It's been a week since we secretly started dating, but due to my brother's constant watch and Ethan's suspension, we couldn't see each other.
"You are crazy, Rose. How did you even come here?" Ethan releases me from his warm hug and gently set me back on my feet. I blush while biting my lips, "Your mom allowed me. She thought I am having a night out with your sister."
Ethan scratches the back of his head as he asks, "And what did your brother say?" I flop on his bed, crossing my legs. "I told him I am studying at Rita's, so he has no problem."
Ethan narrows his eyes playfully as he sneers, "So I am Rita now, huh?" I look up at him and giggle, "Yeah, a shirtless Rita."
Ethan chuckles as he goes to his cupboard and pulls out a tee and teases, "So are we lesbians now?" I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Whenever I am around him, I feel butterflies crashing inside of me. Like bats out of hell.
I blush looking at his hard back muscles, but he soon covers it with the cloth. Is he working out? I turn my head to the side, looking at his laptop's screen. "Why do you want to learn Spanish now?"
"Because Spanish is the most spoken language here after English and it would help me in dealing with managers, executives from Central and South America. And it sounds sexy. So it’s a win-win for me." He says while sitting close to me on his bed.
Ethan never fails to amaze me. His intelligence and quick smart wittiness are what attracts me the most. It is like a turn on for me. Like rip my clothes off with your reasoning and whip me with your intelligence. *I like that.*
"And how is the progress so far?" I bat my eyelashes at him. Ethan smirks, stroking his finger on my skin, "Not as smooth as you." Pointed goosebumps appear where his finger touched me.
"Haha! That's why I am going to help you." I grin, taking out my 10th-grade Spanish notes from my backpack. "You are going to tutor me?" Ethan's voice has a hint of amusement as he glares at me with a smile.
"I took Spanish as a second language and passed with a high B." I pull out a pencil and some papers for Ethan as we get settled on his bed. Ethan is still smirking playfully, not taking me as his tutor seriously.
He lazily lies on the bed, hugging my Louis Vuitton bag. "Ethan!" I yell at him passing the paper and pencil. "I thought I was Rita." He sneers bitting the tip of my pencil. Why is he so hot?
"Errhh! Eres tan molesto." I sigh in Spanish.
"Did you just called me a molester?" Ethan asks with narrowed eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at his cuteness. "That is why you need to learn Spanish. And no, I called you annoying."
Ethan balances his weight on his right elbow and silently gawks me. "I hope you are aware of basics so we will directly move on to the sentences and grammar." I tell him. But he absentmindedly rubs his fingers on my Chanel leggings, checking its elasticity.
"Did you even hear what I just said?" I ask him with a serious face. "Well, that depends. Was it in Spanish?" Ethan barely dodged the pillow I intended to throw on his face.
"Aww, come on Rose. There's no need for violence." He cooes, leaving my bag and hugging me from back.
"Why are you not serious, Ethan?" I growl in frustration. "I am just not in a mood, baby." His soft lips touch the sensitive skin of my neck and suddenly, an idea hatches in my brain.
It may be very cliche, but it sounded so right at the moment.
"Ohh! Your room is so hot."
Ethan looks at me with a brow raised in question as I pull out my Gucci jacket and toss it somewhere in his room's corner carelessly. He suddenly freezes as I slowly and seductively take off my white t-shirt, just leaving the thin camisole and my bright pink bra to do its work.
Though I have absolutely no experience with the word seduction whatsoever, but the look on Ethan's blown face tells me I am getting somewhere.