Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.


52. 52

Rosy's point of view

We lie there that night before we go to sleep and Ethan turns to me, laughing. It's a bit random seeing as we've been lying in comfortable silence for a while. 

"What?" I ask.

"Today!" he exclaims, still laughing. "It's been so weird. And embarrassing. Your mum totally knows what we were up to."

I laugh at him. "We weren't up to anything."

"No, we didn't do anything." he corrects me and then a little smile crosses his lips. "We were definitely up to something."

"Mhm." I giggle a little, kissing him. It's just a little kiss but I feel the same electricity I did when I first kissed him. "I've missed you a whole lot, you know?"

"I missed you a hell of a lot too." he says. "But don't you feel like it was worth it? Don't you feel a lot more stable now?" 

I nod. "You were right. As always."

"You know it." he kisses my cheek. "Night, Rosy."

"Night, E." 

We both turn over and start to go to sleep. I suddenly feel his arms wrap strongly around me and he kisses my neck, then my cheek, then my head. I laugh at him, turning over to face him, keeping his arms around me. 

"I love you." he smiles, stroking the hair out of my face. "I really really love you."

"You're such a dork." 

"Well then."

"I love you too." 




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