Damn it, Ethan. Read, the stupid question and stop looking at her.

That was the sentence I repeatedly had to keep telling myself as I lay stomach down on Mia's bed, staring down at my notes. And when I mean, repeatedly, I fucking meant, repeatedly.

After leaving school, I'd driven the two of us to Mia's house where we were now attempting to study in her room before dinner.

I use the word attempt, considering for the past hour since we'd been working, my eyes kept jumping up to catch glances of her for no apparent reason.

Okay, fine there were reasons – many actually. One of which included staring a little too hard at Mia's lips whenever she laughed at one of my jokes and another including admiring how well Mia filled out the short black elastic shorts she had changed into.

I was trying desperately to be on my best behaviour and not distract her, but as time pressed on, the urge to try to start something up was becoming that much harder to fight.

Just as I started on the next problem, Mia swivelled around in her desk chair until she was facing me.

"What did you get for number ten?" she called out.

I flicked my eyes up to meet hers amusedly. "Trying to cheat, are we Chubs?" I teased. I couldn't resist making fun, knowing full well she had been avoiding asking for my help for quite some time now, given the fact she'd been cursing at the page under her breath for the last few minutes.

If Mia, was anything, she was fucking prideful, and the competitiveness that she seemed to have towards me back when she hated me, hadn't well and truly died.

Mia huffed, her eyes narrowing. "No, I just want to compare answers, that's all!" she snapped defensively.

"Liar," I coughed under my breath.

"Shut up, you idiot, and just tell me what you got," she snapped in frustration. Her face looked a cross between a kicked puppy and something that looked very ready to pounce across the room and kill me. I liked the pouncing part, not so much the killing.

Finally deciding to give in, I let out a long playfully dramatic sigh before flipping back a page or so to get to the question she was on. I ran a finger down the page, until I got to my answer.

"I got eighty-nine-point six X," I replied back.

As I looked back at Mia, I saw her look back down at her page and then frown. I could tell instantly she hadn't gotten the answer, and I bit back from offering to help her. I wanted her to want my help.

She let out an annoyed sigh, then started scribbling away again at her page. This lasted for about a few seconds, or so before she slowly swivelled back around to face me with a small awkward smile.

"Ethan...," she sang sweetly.

I locked eyes with her, amused. "Mia...," I sang back imitating her.

"Could you please show me how you got to that answer?" she answered back slowly, and quietly.

A grin instantly stretched out on my face, more than pleased to have a subtle excuse to go over to her without making myself look suspicious.

I slid myself off her bed and then walked my way over to her. Once beside her, I leaned my lips up to her ear. "I was waiting for you to ask," I whispered.

"Don't make me regret asking," she sang tightly between slightly gritted teeth. I chuckled lightly, then assessed the situation before me. Suddenly, a plan started to form in my mind.

"Switch with me. I want to sit," I argued as I grabbed a gentle hold of her wrist and tugged her upward.

I quickly stole her chair, causing Mia to roll her eyes at me, clearly not seeing a reason as to why I wanted to be seated. I knew full fucking well, why I wanted the chair, and it had everything to do with what I was going to do in a couple of minutes.

I glanced down at her page of work and tried to spot where it differed from mine. As my gaze skimmed over the last few lines, I realized she'd accidentally forgotten, to re-inset back in one of the equations. It was an easy mistake to make, considering how lengthy the problem was.

"Oh, found it. You need to substitute in the equation," I said, pointing to where the error was.

Mia leaned over my shoulder, to get a better look, and I had to try painfully hard not to react.

"Oh yeah, thanks. You're right," Mia said, as she turned my way to shoot me a grateful smile.

My eyes flickered briefly to her lips then back to her eyes. "Well, of course, I'm right," I stated smugly, my smile growing.

Mia blinked once then twice, then tilted her head. "Remind me. Why do I like you again?"

I tried not to laugh, then shrugged. "I suppose it's probably because I'm sexy as fuck," I replied jokingly. Well half, jokingly, anyway. I mean, I wasn't entirely wrong. I'm sure that was somehow on her list of reasons. That reason was certainly on my list for hers – that's for fucking sure.

Mia let out a scoff, at my arrogance, then playfully rolled her eyes. "Just get out of my seat, you idiot."

She grabbed a hold of my arm and tried to pull me off, but I let my body lie heavy and watched with a smile as she struggled to move me by an inch. Finally, after a long few seconds of struggle, she stopped for a rest.

"Have you given up yet?" I teased.

Mia threw her head back, and let out a long whine. "Come on, stop being mean, and just let me sit down," she grumbled.

I looked her up and down, then smiled, suddenly seeing my plan sliding smoothly into place. Leaning towards her, I wrapped an arm around her waist, then pulled her towards me. She fell forward with a gasp, and I quickly grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted her comfortably into my lap so she was straddling me.

I took in her wide-eyed, shocked expression, with perhaps a bit too much amusement.

"There, you're all seated," I mumbled with a wink.

The corner of Mia's lips tweaked into a smile. "Ethan, we're supposed to be studying," she said flatly.

"Yeah, exactly," I mumbled, as I slid her slowly closer to me by her thighs. "And I'm about to study you," I whispered as I ran my hands slowly, and leisurely up and down the smooth length of her thighs.

Mia swallowed deeply; her pupils dilated as they danced between mine. I knew I was failing miserably now, at being the good, non-distracting boyfriend, but I couldn't describe how badly I wanted her. And her no-kissing rule had more than left me with a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, I more than wanted to get out.

I moved my head closer to hers, and brushed my lips loosely against hers, then drifted to her cheek and over to her ear, teasing her a little. I wanted to savour her, savour this.

Mia swallowed once more, her breath becoming heavy. "B-but what about math...," she muttered, her words coming out shaky.

I looked her over, then smiled. "Fuck, Math," I whispered before driving my lips down onto hers.

She let out a breathy moan of surprise as I pressed into her, kissing her. It was a sound I wanted to lock up and listen to on repeat. I squeezed her hips as my heart beat erratically, refusing to lessen. I hadn't a clue what I'd done in life, to get where I was right now, in this beautiful fucking moment.

Mia's arms soon looped loosely around my neck and tangled between the locks of my hair. A low moan broke through my lips as she tugged gently. My stomach dipped, and soon my hands, with minds of their own, moved back to her palm the underside of her thighs. I could feel my hands nearly shaking, as I tried to keep myself under control.

Mia in that moment, delved a hand underneath the hem of my top and ran her fingers right up the length of my back. I shivered, as she palmed over each muscle, more than enjoying her touch. This is exactly where her hands belonged – on me, constantly at all times.

Soon enough she started to tug impatiently at the end of my shirt, causing an impatient grunt to vibrate from her lips to mine.

I smiled against her lips, then chuckled before briefly breaking apart so I could quickly slide my shirt off. I'd never removed a piece of clothing so fast in all my life and I wasted zero nanoseconds before immediately returning her lips to mine.

As Mia's hands slowly explored my naked chest, Mia pushed herself closer to me on my lap. As aroused as I was, I was about to readjust her but I got the shock of my life when Mia ground herself against my lap.

"Fuck," I groaned against her lips, as my fingers dug desperately into her hips. My head spun, dizzy from how badly, I wanted her. How badly I wanted more. All of her.

Mia broke apart from our kiss and then descended her lips into the crook of my neck. She trailed kisses down the length of my neck, and I could barely control my laboured breath, as she kissed her way down to my chest. She kept up her tortuous trail down to my navel, where I was convinced, I was about to go into cardiac arrest.

She slowed down her kisses to a painfully slow pace and fell to her knees by the chair as she reached the waistband of my jeans, and I knew full well, that my heart was no longer beating within anything close to health limits. She looked up at me with a far too innocent smile, then blew cold air right by the waistband of my jeans. I shivered, the ever-growing ache I felt for her driving me insane.

"Mia," I groaned, my voice thick and gravelly. No longer able to take it, I leaned forward and snagged a hold of her hips lifted her up into my arms before she had another chance to torture me.

The second, I'd made it to the bed, I threw my books impatiently to the floor with the swipe of my hand before throwing Mia down onto the bed.

Then, in seconds, I was crawling on top of her. I settled myself straddled on top of her, my hands bridging either side of her head as I took in her smiling lips, and lust-driven eyes before l leaned down and gently nibbled at her earlobe.

"You're a cruel, cruel, tease, you know that, right?" I mumbled against her ear.

Her cheeks reddened a little at my words, but unashamed Mia boldly nodded her head, clearly proud of almost killing me.

I moved south from her ear and trailed hot lingering kisses down the column of her neck. A breathy moan escaped past her lips as I hit what must have been a particularly sensitive spot, and her back arched as she pressed herself into me.

From the feel of her body, I couldn't stop my hands from trailing in a slow thorough pattern down her body, under her shirt, over her hip bones then back again. I stopped as I reached the hem of her top and clenched the material.

As Mia, pressed deeper into the kiss and pushed more of that gorgeous body up against me, I lost it completely and the next minute I knew I was pulling impatiently upward, at the hem of her top. The urge to see her, and touch her, felt like it was killing me.

Mia chuckled and lifted herself a little off the bed before helping me to remove her shirt. The second I'd chucked it to the floor, my eyes flew up and down to look at her, greedily taking her in.

I swallowed harshly, my eyes trailing all over her warm honey-coloured skin and over the lacy black material of her bra that I couldn't help but imagine ripping off with my teeth. My eyes refused to move as they met at her cleavage that was more than amply spilling out over the top of her tiny little bra and suddenly, I was imagining a whole heap of other things I damn well shouldn't.

Never in my life did I want a piece of clothing removed so badly in my life. She was gorgeous – far too fucking gorgeous.

"God, how did I get so fucking lucky?" I whispered as I continued to take her in selfishly.

A visible blush brushed briefly over Mia's cheeks, and before I knew it I was on her again, and placing hot, slow kisses down from her chin. I slowed as I reached the swell of her breaths, noticing the rapid incline in Mia's breaths.

I gently kissed the area just above the cup of her bra before starting to suck against her skin, greedily wanting to leave a mark.

My hands soon slid around to the small of her back, and my fingers trailed up desperately to the clasp of her bra, so badly wanting more. I wanted to see all of her.

I traced the material, then stopped kissing her, and looked up at her, wanting to make sure I wasn't taking things too far.

Mia locked eyes with me, and she chewed gently in thought at her bottom lip. I saw doubt flash briefly through her eyes and her cheek reddened with slight embarrassment.

For a second, I hated myself, scared that she thought I was asking for far too much. At the same time, I was beyond confused how someone who looked like her, who was so insanely perfect to me, could feel embarrassed about what she looked like for even a second.

Just as I was able to apologize, and stop, her expression changed altogether, and the corner of her lips tugged upward, and she nodded.

"Go for it," she whispered.

Hearing the sharp, undoubting confidence in which she'd spoken her words, made my stomach dip with need, and in seconds, I'd leaned down and reclaimed her lips back with mine. Sliding my hands slowly back to the clasp of her bra, I snapped it open and immediately let my palm span over her naked back.

"Mia, are you home? Whose cars outside?" I heard a woman's voice call up the stairs, followed by the thudding sound of a closing door.

I immediately stilled in shock as did Mia. Seconds later, Mia abruptly shoved her hands on my chest and pushed me off of her roughly. I caught myself just in time before almost rolling right off the bad.

"Shit," she swore, the blood darning sharply from her face.

Now recovered from my shock, irritation was starting to sink in as I realized how annoying of a time Mia's mum had decided to interrupt.

"How the fuck are we always interrupted?" I muttered in irritation. I eyed the door, potentially considering just locking the door, and continuing with what I started.

Mia rolled her eyes before sitting up. I frowned, observing as she frustratingly kept a firm hand on the center of her bra, preventing it from falling off.

She soon reached behind her back and started frantically trying to fasten up the clasp of her bra with incredibly shaky hands.

The corner of my lips tugged up as I watched her and deciding to be nice, I crawled towards her with a chuckle.

Grabbing the two ends of her bra from her hand, I helped her to clasp them together for her.

"It's not funny," Mia snapped, clearly not all too amused that I wasn't taken this seriously.

I watched as she jumped off the bed and started hastily trying to search for wherever I'd thrown her shirt. She snatched it up from the floor soon enough, in the far corner of the room.

She narrowed her gaze at me. "You just had to fucking throw it all the way over here, didn't you?" she snapped, as she started quickly pulling her top on.

I just laughed, not feeling all too remorseful about throwing her shirt away. If I had my way, it would be permanently off whenever the two of us were alone.

Climbing off the bed, I grabbed a hold of my own discarded shirt and started pulling it back on.

I started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs, my heart started beating in panic, and suddenly, I realized maybe I shouldn't have been so relaxed. After all, she was married to a pyscho, that she could more than happily report back to.

"Look like we're studying," Mia hissed, as she quickly pushed me towards the desk chair. I fell into it clumsily, and she wasted no time before jumping on the bed and grabbing the notes I'd shoved rudely to the floor before laying them in front of her.

A nanosecond later, the bedroom door creaked open, and I quickly turned around, and pretended to look down at Mia's textbook.

"Mia?" her mum called out as she stuck her head through the door.

Mia turned to her mum with an innocent smile, blinking twice for added effect. "Hey mum, you're home early. I brought Ethan home with me for dinner, hope that's okay," explained in an overly chipper tone.

As her mother turned my way, I quickly crossed over my legs, to conceal my quite evident boner.

"Oh hi, Ethan," her mum called out to me as she gave me a soft smile.

"Hi, Mrs. Collins," I replied back as smoothly as I could.

I was scared for a second as she rocked her eyes back and forth between the two of us.

Soon enough to my relief, she smiled. "Dinner will be ready soon, okay guys," she said with a smile before heading back towards the door.

Mia exhaled a deep breath as she started to leave.

Suddenly, Mia's mum paused just short of the door and turned back. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said with a chuckle.

She put a hand on her hip. "Next time you guys want to secretly make out. Make sure to check nobody's top is inside out," she commented flatly.

Mia and I both stilled in shock.

"Come downstairs, I don't trust you guys in here alone," she said before storming out of the room.

Well, this wasn't good....

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