"Sorry about earlier today. " The first word is barely heard as I talk, letting my selfish self win, although this is not how or when I should apologize to him. I always get my strength from the vulnerability of others and I feel guilty. We've been in this dead silence for almost ten minutes. I had to say something. Something that would get off of my shoulders of course.

I have managed to draw myself away from Ethan's face and sit at the end of the bed next to him. He seemed to have a coughing fit, apparently because of the drink, but now he seems better. He is lying on his back, his hand still on his chest, the other one shadowing his forehead, and his breathing coming back to normal gradually. The smell of whiskey becomes faint which gives me the impression that he only drank a little bit only. I catch myself staring at him, waiting for him to throw a fit or yell at me, but when he doesn't speak, I look away.

The room appears to be a single bedroom with a fancy large one-place bed that could fit two people, two bedside tables, a desk and a side door that opens up to a bathroom. This mansion is really big, like it could fit a whole freaking neighborhood.

"No problem." is the only thing he says. It feels like the first time I hear him speak because it's the first time I notice he has an American accent. I look at him, trying to get a glance at his facial expressions but his eyes are already on me. Once I take in the sea of emerald greenness, my eyes won't budge. His sparkly eyes bare a soft look, one which draws you in directly, one which makes you want to admire them forever.

He doesn't seem annoyed with what I've done today, he seems cool and relaxed. Maybe he's drunk?

"Are you American?" It's one of two things: either I'm too drunk and I'm starting to ramble or my mouth has no filter and this is typical bold me. I'm guessing it's the second one. I don't know the boy, why am I trying to start a conversation? Then again, I've had my share of beverage since we arrived here so I can't judge for myself.

"Actually I am yeah. But I live in here since I was ten." His voice is silvery and full of confidence. He seems to be amused at my attitude and how I'm being decent right now compared to the outburst of earlier. A sweet smile forms on his lips when he sees my confusion and I find it hard not to look at them.

This is going much better than I expected. Heck, I expected turning tables and shouting, and even calling names. Ethan is not as bad as I thought. Myra's right, he is sweet. The boy doesn't hold grudges. I mean I wasn't expecting him to accept my apology that fast, not that I'm complaining. Did he accept it? Am I still drunk? I massage my temple with my fingers and close my eyes for a second.

"Are you from Yorkshire?" He catches me off guard.

"Uh... no... I mean yeah, I used to live there but now I'm moving to Leeds with my best friend until I find a place of my own."

"Sounds like fun. Myra's a good company." Did I mention Myra in front on him?

"Wait, how'd you know I'm moving in with Myra?" I turn my upper body to him, in confusion.

"I just assumed." He chuckles. He is now sat and leaning on his back. The light from the hall projects on the tight muscles of his chest and I barely hold myself not to circle the creases of it, his shirt is so tight. "You said you are moving in with your best friend and I only saw you with her, so."

"So you were watching me." I say more like a statement. This is my turn to joke now and I feel amused when he suddenly looks away, his cheeks becoming a faint shade of pink. I assume he is embarrassed that I caught him. He supports his weight with his hands and sits down right by my side before standing to his feet. His skin brushes over mine momentarily and I get goosebumps from the softness and coldness of it.

"Thanks for checking up on me Aidan." He rushes to say before leaving the room hurriedly, with a weak smile on his lips.

This was unexpected, in a good way. How did we go from yelling and cursing to joking and teasing? Well, I'm talking about myself anyway.

Ethan is so easy to talk to. Who would talk with you and give you advise about someone when they barely know you? Let alone, you've been rude to them.

My thoughts are interrupted when Myra appears at the door with her glittery black dress and the same glamorous face of earlier.

"What happened? I saw Ethan down the hall and he didn't turn when I called him. He was so daydreaming." She takes a seat beside me on the bed.

"Nothing. I found him upstairs and-"

"Wait! Did you guys...do it?" She is already wiggling her eyebrows at me and from her loud tone, I can tell she's excited about it.

"N-no! No." I feel blood rushing to my cheeks and all I want to do is hide. One of my best friend's most favorite and annoying things to do is to tease me. I forgot how much she likes to do it but she doesn't miss an opportunity to remind me of it. Why am I  blushing?

"No seriously, I think he was sick or something."

"Uh-huh, yeah. Sick my ass." She sticks her tongue out for me and we laugh at the same time. "Let's get another drink before we leave. It's already two. And you've got some explaining to do."

I didn't feel time passing. We go downstairs and find Brad talking to a friend. As soon as we arrive with our drinks, he dismisses him and drinks with us. Then, on our way home, me and Myra laugh about every outfit, joke about couples grinding and make scenarios of how to have sex in a party. Brad is the sober one among us so he was constantly holding us close till we got home.

I go straight to the shower and let cold water pour on my body, relaxing every muscle and every tense bone. Cold showers help me unwind and recharge for a new day. I then go to my "room" to remove my makeup and find Myra sitting on my bed, with no makeup on. She's wearing pajamas with cute little cupcakes all over it.

"I hope you make yourself comfortable." She sounds more awake and she gives me a warm smile, patting on the spot next to her.

"I'm so thankful Myra, I really appreciate it."

"Shhhh!, we're going to have so much fun these days together, I can't wait." I give her a tight hug as I sit next to her, but pull away quickly, a mischievous grin covering my face.

"Now, since you're here, how about you hold the mirror for me. Need to take my beauty off."

"Always taking advantage of others, I see." We laugh and then she holds it up for me.

We fall into a comfortable silence and all I have in mind is Ethan and his green- blue eyes. The memory of his warm breath tickling my mouth as our lips were only inches away makes me shiver. My heart beats fast at the thought of him and I pray that Myra doesn't notice. I wipe my face faster hoping to get it done quickly.

"Earth to Hanna! What is it?" 

"What do you mean what is it?" Damn it! Knowing my best friend, this isn't going well.

"You think I didn't notice? You like him, don't you?" There we go. She's smart without even trying.

"What? No!" The lighting of this room is too bright that it isn't enough to hide my red cheeks. Why am I extra blushing today? It's not like what she said is true.

"Yes you do! From the looks between you two, I think he likes you too."

I snatch the mirror from her and walk away to throw the makeup wiper, taking my time, hoping that she leaves the room by now.

"No he doesn't...and I don't..." I take my phone in my hand, and bury my head in it, trying to seem busy as I sit back on the bed.

"Yes you do. Ah, cute lovebirds. We should get you two on a date." She squeaks as she rushes to the door and closes it behind her, leaving me alone in my thoughts. "Goodnight Hanna."

I lay in bed and turn the light off. The pitch black room usually helps me sleep right away, but Myra's words linger in my mind. Ethan has been nothing but decent and understanding. He simply brushed it off when he could have bitched about it or not talked to me at all. He looked sporty and masculine with his tight shirt and vibrant abs. His eyes are another story. They're attractive in a way I can't understand. Like I can't get them out of my head. But that doesn't mean that Myra can do whatever the hell she has in that small head of hers. Anyway, I can worry about that tomorrow.

I close my eyes and turn on my side, a smile forming on my face when I remember his wide contagious grin and the way his eyes squint when he smiles. I shake my head at my teenage-like behavior and try to clear my head. Hopefully tomorrow I will get back to my senses. It's probably just because I'm drunk.

A/N: Hey guys :) Hope you're having a lovely day/night. How's it so far? 

Do you like Ethan and Aidan's little encounter? 

Is Aidan really starting to fall? ;)

Will Myra do what she has in her head?

Tell me your opinions. They really motivate me. :) 

Next update: 26/01/2017