Mismatched Compatibility (24)

It is vital that you listen to Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me while reading this chappie. :)

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Dana:

It was quite late when we got home.

I could honestly say that it had been the best day of my life. Before we left that tiny bit of paradise, we went cliff-diving. Yes, I couldn't quite believe it myself. Ethan managed to persuade me into jumping off a cliff.

I know. Such a persuasive human being he is.

It was such a thrill, though. By the time I came up for air, I wanted to do it again. Too bad it was getting late. We decided to go home, instead.

We ate supper at the Diner. I ordered everything I wanted to eat, not holding back this time. I figured that I needed food to get my energy back from a day full of fun. Also, I noticed we were getting weird looks from some of the people there as we ate.

Guess what, though?

I absolutely didn't care. I was happy, that was all that mattered.

Ethan and I arrived at the house at quarter past eleven in the evening. Maybe I was getting sentimental because I was leaving tomorrow that I walked in to the living room instead of going straight to the guest bedroom upstairs.

My eyes wandered toward the large trophy case. I didn't realize I was walking towards it until my hand touched the glass. My heart sank at the thought of Ethan.

I didn't want to leave him.

But I had to. I had to get back to reality at some point.

I heard the front door close, causing me to turn my head to that direction. I saw Ethan look around until his eyes landed on me. He walked towards me and stopped.

We just stood there in the living room, looking into each other's eyes.

As if measuring his move, he took a step closer.

And closer . . . Until all I could see was him hovering over me.

There was something with the way he looked at me that was different. There was no arrogance, no cockiness – only sincerity, which was weird considering he was Ethan. My eyes then landed on his lips. They looked so soft. And I knew they were.

I was suddenly reminded of our kiss at the airport. I felt so many emotions that time that I felt as though I could burst.

No one had ever kissed me like that.

I knew, with the way Ethan had been looking at me all day, that he wanted to do it again. It was quite obvious from my expression that I also wanted the same thing – maybe even more.

My feet refused to move from the spot. My hands reached behind me, holding onto the back of the sofa for support. The way Ethan was looking at me made my knees wobbly.

He placed both of his hands on either side of me so that our faces were leveled with each other. He leaned his face a bit closer, brushing his lips on mine.

I felt shivers ran through me, feeling his warm breath.

“I want you,” he whispered in a husky voice.

My heart beat accelerated. It was pounding so hard, I faintly wondered if he could hear it. I also wondered if he could see how much I wanted him, as well. Could he see it through my face? If truth be told, I didn't care.

I took a deep breath, and I just realized that I was holding my breath.

“So do I,” I murmured, looking straight into his blue eyes.

He blinked for a moment. He looked as though he wasn't expecting me to say that at all. Then, I caught the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

And that was the last thing I saw, for he closed in any space left between us.

It was like in slow motion. He gently placed his lips on mine, like we had all the time on the world. His head tilted to the side, curving our lips together.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back. My hands made their way to his chest, feeling his hard muscles for a moment before going around his neck and pulling him tighter against me. One of my hands moved to his soft blond hair.

He groaned, putting his arms around my waist. I instantly felt the bulging evidence of his manhood. I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him put both of his hands down to my behind and squeezing it softly. When he pulled away, I pouted. He saw my reaction, of course. That was most likely the reason why he chuckled.

“This isn't the proper place to do what I think we're about to do,” he grinned.

My eyebrows lifted. “All this time I thought you were kinky,” I mocked, gasping for better effect.

He burst out laughing. The sound of it made me smile.

“I just don't want my folks to catch us doing the deed,” he explained, a bit seriously. “I don't want them to level you with the other girls I . . . you know.”

No need to add more words. I immediately got what he was saying. In a way to let him know that, I pecked his lips lightly.

“I understand, Ethan.” I smiled warmly at him.

He grinned in return. “Let's take this upstairs.”

I nodded.

He placed little kisses on my cheeks and neck as he carried me on our way to his room. I kept letting out moans as he did so. At some point, I could feel him smiling against my skin.

Peter was gentle, I couldn't help but compare. He treated me like a lady. He touched me like I was the most fragile thing on earth.

Ethan was different. He made me feel wanted, as though he craved for every inch of me. It was as if he was reaching deep within me, not stopping until he reached my soul. With him, it was the right amount of gentleness and roughness – just the way I liked it to be.

I've never felt like this before.

I mean, I've been in love before – with Peter. But this . . . this is something else. This is something entirely different – something more, perhaps. I can't quite describe it. It's like . . . It's like I could burst from all the emotions I'm feeling.

It was so strong that it was as if I could sacrifice everything for this person holding me tightly in his arms. I was well aware that I've only known him for several days. And it seemed so bizarre that in a short period of time, I could feel something as powerful as this.

But I have.

I learned to accept his flaws. I learned to see the good side there was to him. I learned that he was kind, and that his cocky persona was some sort of defense mechanism. I learned that he could be quite the romantic if he wanted to be. I learned that I had nothing to be afraid of from the world because he made me feel safe – protected.

Most important of all, he showed me that there was more to the world than what I chose to see.

And as odd as it might sound, I do quite believe that I . . .

I'm . . .

I'm in love with him.

. . .

“Are you sure about this?”

I looked up at him as he laid me down on his bed and hovered on top of me.

“Tell me now, while I can still stop.”

He was giving me a choice. I could hear the concern in his voice. If I was any other girl, I was sure that he wasn't going to ask. He would just go all the way. So for him to stop at the crucial moment, to ask for my permission for him to continue . . .

Well, I was quite flattered.

“Dana?”

I nodded. “I'm sure, Ethan,” I breathed out.

And I was.

He smiled crookedly. “I'm going to make you moan my name.”

“Only moan?” I teased.

I honestly couldn't believe how bold I could be.

His smile grew broader. “And scream.”