Elusive Love (20 page)

I drove straight to Ethan’s. He was, as always, my escape from the shit that constantly troubled me. When I was around him, I didn’t feel as if I were drowning in all my sorrows.

I had texted him before coming over, and when I pulled into the driveway, he was waiting for me, sitting on the front step of his porch, a cigarette in his hand. I climbed out of my car and headed straight over to him. Without needing to be asked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack and handed it to me along with his lighter.

I lit the cigarette and sat down beside him on the step. “Thanks.”

He took his lighter and pack of cigarettes back, tossing them on the ground next to his shoe. “No problem. Want to tell me why you were in such a hurry to leave work today?”

I chuckled. “I figured you’d noticed.”

“How could I not? You practically grew wings and flew out of there.”

“I was on a mission,” I said evasively.

“Are you going to tell me what you were up to, or do I have to start guessing on my own?”

“I planned to go to the apartment to see Joey.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And did you?”

“Yeah, I did. It didn’t go anything like I’d expected. There was almost no shouting at all. He still won’t give me an answer on the divorce papers though. I told him he had until next weekend to decide if he wanted to do this together or if I would have to file on my own. It was just strange to have a decent conversation with him. It kind of threw me off balance for a minute.”

“You know he’s only being nice, so you’ll change your mind, right?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, I know. I’m not going to fall for it, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I never thought you would. I just wanted to make sure you understood what he was trying.”

“I do. Trust me. I know the score. One or two decent conversations won’t change how I feel about him. I’ve wasted enough time being miserable with him. I just…I don’t know. I guess I’m hoping we can still walk away from this as friends. Being on speaking terms with one another would make things so much easier on Amelia when she’s older.”

“I get that.” He took a hit off his cigarette. “So, how do you feel after seeing him?”

I shrugged as I took a hit of my own. “I don’t know. I guess I’m relieved that it didn’t turn into a fight, but I’m still worried about the divorce papers. If he doesn’t work with me, I’ll be pretty much trapped. There’s no way I can afford a divorce attorney.”

He nudged me with his shoulder. “Hey, don’t stress over it just yet, okay? You have no idea what’s going to happen.”

“I know.” I finished my cigarette. “So, what were your plans for the day before I decided to show up?”

He chuckled. “I had an exciting day of mowing planned, but it can wait since you’re here. We can go do something fun if you want.”

I shook my head. “Nah, go mow your grass. I’ll sit here and encourage you from afar.”

“Or you could get up off your butt and help me,” he retorted.

“Pfft, I’m a lady. We don’t mow the grass. That’s a guy’s job.”

He laughed outright. “Bullshit. But I guess since you’re too lazy to help, I’ll go do it myself.”

“Have fun,” I called after him as he stood and walked across the yard to a shed I hadn’t noticed before.

He unlocked it and dragged the mower out. I leaned back onto my arms and watched as he pulled on the rope until it started. Once it was running, he started mowing the grass. My eyes followed him as he walked back and forth across the yard. Halfway through, he stopped and pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed it in my direction, and it landed at my feet. I laughed and threw it on the porch behind me, pretending not to notice the now shirtless Ethan strutting around in front of me.

I failed at that miserably.

My eyes followed him even closer than before, taking in the toned skin of his back and the taut muscles in his stomach. The boy had abs. I felt like I needed to fan myself.

If he noticed my gaze constantly trained on him, he didn’t let on. Twenty minutes later, he finished mowing the grass, and he put the mower away. He walked back over to me and sat back down on the step.

“Well, that was fun,” he joked as he pulled another cigarette out of his pack before lighting it up.

“Yeah, it looked like it,” I said, looking anywhere but at him and his naked chest.

“So, I guess I’m free for the rest of the day. What do you want to do now?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nah, I ate lunch at work.”

“Hmm…well, why don’t we go watch TV or something?” He grinned. “I happen to have the complete set of Harry Potter movies. If I’m not mistaken, you love that series.”

The mention of Harry Potter perked me right up. “Oh my God, are you serious?”

“Of course.”

I immediately stood up. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come on!”

He laughed as he stood and followed me inside. I plopped down on the couch while he went to his entertainment center and opened one of the bottom drawers. He pulled out the complete collection and walked over to me. He held it out, and I grabbed it.

“Open it up while I go shower really quick. I’m kind of sweaty from mowing.”

“Okay.” I started tearing away at the plastic. “I can’t believe you have the entire collection on DVD, and you haven’t even bothered to open it.”

His cheeks turned red, and he looked away from me.

“What is it?”

“I, uh…bought it a few weeks ago when I saw it on sale. I’ve never seen any of the movies, but I knew you loved them, so I thought I’d grab them to see what the fuss was all about. I just haven’t had a chance to watch them yet.”

“Well, Mr. Blake, you’re in for a treat,” I assured him. “Now, go shower, and get your butt back out here.”

He mock-saluted me before turning and heading to his bedroom. He left the door open, and I heard the shower turn on a moment later. I gave the DVD set my full attention as I tried not to think about the fact that Ethan was naked and wet only a few feet away from me.

I shook my head.
Don’t go there.

I finished unwrapping the set and had just pulled the first disc out when he reappeared. I looked up to see him walking toward me in only a pair of shorts. A shirt was flung over his shoulder, and he had a towel in his hand. He was running it through his hair to dry it.

He said something, but I couldn’t quite make out the words. I was too busy trying not to stare at him. When he gave me a questioning look, I finally snapped out of it.

“Sorry. What?” I asked stupidly.

He smirked at me. “I asked if you were ready to watch the movie.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, feeling like an idiot.

He tossed the towel back into his room and grabbed his shirt off his shoulder. He quickly pulled it on before taking the DVD out of my hand and walking back to his entertainment center.

I kicked my shoes off and pulled my knees to my chest, trying to find a comfortable spot on the couch. He put the DVD into the DVD player and grabbed the remote before heading back to the couch. He sat down on the opposite end from me and pushed Play.

“I’m so excited for you to watch these. Have you read the books?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not much of a reader.”

“You will be after you watch these. The movies are a million kinds of amazing, but the books are out of this world.”

“We’ll see.” He grinned at me. “Like I said, not much of a reader.”

I huffed, but I couldn’t hide my grin as I turned my attention back to the TV.

We sat in silence as the movie started to play. Soon, I was so engrossed in the movie that I forgot about anything and everything else. Occasionally, I would glance over at Ethan to see his reaction on certain scenes. More often than not, his eyes were on me and not on the TV.

“Watch it!” I chastised him.

He held up his hands in mock surrender and turned his attention to the movie. Satisfied, I did the same.

When the first movie ended, I pulled the second one out of the box and handed it to him. He shook his head, but he grabbed the disc and put it into the player.

For the next few hours, we watched Harry and his friends. Somehow, I found myself closer to Ethan every time I checked. He had been scooting over closer to me, and I had been doing the same, moving toward him.

By the time we started on the fourth movie, he had his arm wrapped around me, and my head was resting on his chest.

“Do you like these?” I asked, breaking our silence.

“Actually, I do. I wasn’t sure if I would, but I’m glad I took the chance.”

I raised my head to look at him. “If you weren’t sure, why did you buy them?”

He gave me a sheepish grin. “I knew you liked them. I thought I could use them to spend time with you.”

I laughed, oddly touched by his strange kindness. “You’re sweet. You know, I’ve asked Joey about a million times to watch these with me, and he never would. Yet you bought them on the off chance that I might want to watch them.”

I lowered my head back down onto his chest, a warm feeling flooding me. Ethan had continued to prove over and over again that he was a good man who actually cared about me.

After six movies, we finally called it a night. I wanted to watch the last two, but I could tell by Ethan’s drooping eyelids that he was ready to fall asleep. I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and shut off the TV. We both stood and stretched. I yawned and glanced at my phone to see what time it was. My eyes widened when I realized it was after two in the morning.

“I should go.” I shook my head. “I shouldn’t even be here this late to begin with.”

“Why not?” Ethan asked with a grin.

“We both know why.” I stood up and walked to the door.

He followed me, stopping behind me, as I reached for the door.

“What? No hug?” he teased.

I grinned as I turned back to face him. “After cuddling on the couch with you all day, I suppose a hug won’t kill either of us.”

He smirked as I moved forward into the space separating us. My arms found their way around him, and I tightly hugged him, enjoying his warmth.

As I hugged him, I felt every inch of him pressing up against me. I buried my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent, committing it to memory.

“Jesus, you smell good,” I whispered, my voice muffled. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment as I realized that I’d said that out loud.

He chuckled as he wound his arms tighter around me. We stood like that for minutes, hours maybe. Time ceased to exist.

“Caley, you need to move,” Ethan said after a while.

“Why?” I asked.

“Honestly? Because my dick is as hard as a rock just from me holding you.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised at his bluntness.

But I made no attempt to pull away at all. He’d never said something so sexual to me before. He was always careful not to make me feel uncomfortable. I could feel him pressed up against me, his hardness growing until even I couldn’t ignore it.

“Yeah. So, please move,” he whispered against my hair.

“I can’t,” I told him.

It was the truth. There was no way I could move away from him. It felt too good to be in his arms. My conscience normally screamed at me to avoid situations like this with him, but it was quiet at the moment. It seemed that even my guilt couldn’t compete with this moment. Or maybe it was the fact that that we’d just spent the day together, and it was the best time I’d had in what seemed like forever.

He cursed under his breath as his arms tightened around me. “It feels so good to hold you. I’m a dirty bastard for thinking that. But to say it? That’s even worse.”

“It’s not dirty,” I said. “It feels right.”

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he said.

Before I could stop myself, I pressed my lips against his neck and kissed softly. Then, I did it again. The feel of my lips against his skin was out of this world. A very tiny part of me suddenly screamed to pull away, but I couldn’t make myself do it.

Things were already messed up in my life as it was. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t move forward with Ethan until after everything had been settled with Joey. Kissing Ethan right now would only make things worse for not only me, but for Ethan as well.

My lips didn’t seem to get the message as they continued to press against his skin. My tongue slipped through my lips without my consent and tasted him. Ethan’s entire body tensed as I continued my exploration of his skin. Taking the hint, I finally pulled away. His arms refused to let me go though. I was trapped in his embrace, but it didn’t bother me. It felt too right to be in his arms.

“I need to let you go,” he whispered.

I stared up at him. There was sadness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Without thinking, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. It was a small kiss, insignificant and practically nonexistent. But it changed everything. In that moment, I’d crossed a line we’d drawn since that night I kissed him and realized how I really felt about him, a line I’d been tiptoeing for what seemed like forever.

I pulled away, my lips tingling with the memory of his.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” I whispered.