Fiona
Ethan slides his arms under my legs and shoulders, lifting me into his arms and making me gasp. For a second, I thought he was going to deny me, but when he turns, closes the door, and begins walking to his car, I realize he’s taking me home with him instead of staying with me.
“I don’t have any—”
“I’ll take car of it.”
That’s all he says as he lowers me into the back seat of the car and then climbs in on the other side.
“You alright?” Ryan asks from the driver’s seat, and I jump, not realizing he was here.
“I… not really,” I murmur. He eyes me then Ethan as he starts the car.
“Well, Ethan has never taken any woman home before. This is the first time…”
“Stop,” Ethan commands. Ryan merely smiles and shuts up. The rest of the drive is silent, which is nice after so much cha
