The American (A Forbidden Love Story)

ing towards wherever he is walking too. I look around the place, and I must say it’s beautiful. The walls are painted black all around, really matching his personality. There is a

chen is gorgeous; it is painted grey. The chairs in the kitchen are whit

, I think we should continue the a

your house is beautiful,” I say wal

ve to tell me,” Ethan

kill you to say thank you

says, pointin

o your house?” I say being polite even though he is the

had nowhere

r places we coul

ol. I think to myself, and that’s when I realize that there is actually now

are r

tonight,” Ethan says and gets to work on his laptop. I al

or errors. Ethan and I were able to complete our assignme

done,” I say with a lot

o smiles, and I must say his smile is actually beautiful. I can’t believe I just admired something about Eth

ng I have been doing for hours. I don’t even know when I close my eyes a

uch! I slept in Ethan’s house, Oh my God. Subhan Allah, what was I thinking falling asleep on his couch, but I am not on his couch right now. I am in a room, a beautiful one, for a matter of fact. I climb out of the bed and look around the room. The place is painted grey. The bed and everything on it are of different shades

y worst. Why would he carry me? The Ethan I know would leave me to sleep on the couch, or worst, throw me out. What made him carry me to bed last night? I don’t know, but it’s scaring me that he did.

,” Ethan says in all his glory, standing by the door. He is dressed more casually in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-s

o much for hospitality. I have not even fully digested the fact that I slept in someone’s house, and not just anyone, but his house, and he is already kicking me out—typical Ethan. I walk to the living room and find all my things already arran

ng my name. I turn around and see it's Ethan; maybe I left som

ing?” I say once he

ou did

u calling me bac

to come ba

lly confused with

o,” Ethan says, mak

is not a reasonable reason for

nough for me, and I

l you give me a good reason why I shoul

ng,” Ethan says and turns back on his heels to walk to his house. Who does he

I am not following you anywhe

says, stopping

, if not, I will be going, bye,” I say and press the elevator button to leave. Ethan is not serious this early morning. Thank God it’s Saturday morning, if

ropped over Ethan’s shoulders. W

elieve he actually carried me. I never thought he would take me seriously and carry me. This is so wrong in

your ass, and I know you won’t want that,” Ethan says, and I can

ed for life. I won’t even be able to show my face in front of him again. I don’t even know what I am going t