You Can't Choose Love

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frequently thought politics wasn’t his
cup of tea but at other times he thought he would do well in politics and enjoy
it immensely.
    Ethan shook hands with the other
attenders of the meeting as they gathered up their belongings to depart. Once
he was safely in his car, he pulled out a cigarette. He had unconsciously cut
back on smoking ever since he had met Janet. Perhaps it had something to do
with her sunshine and rainbow personality. Or maybe he was trying to match her
innocence at some level. Whatever it was, Ethan Reed didn’t smoke anymore. He
rolled the cigarette around in his hands, contemplating his choices.
    He knew what Janet wanted to talk
to him about and he also knew that he would not have an answer sufficient
enough for her. He had no real explanation for why he couldn’t call her his
“girlfriend”. Janet was the closest to a girlfriend he had ever had. He had had
many flings in the past and one serious relationship which was brutally ended
by his parents but in a way, he was happy it had ended. He had sometimes
thought he was looking for a way out of it anyway.
    Janet had also seemed angry over
something else which he couldn’t quite comprehend. Perhaps he should stop
avoiding the confrontation and get it done with. But the truth was Ethan was
afraid. Afraid that Janet would end things with him and he knew she would have
no problem with that. And since he had never let them become anything official,
he didn’t even really have a say in it if Janet said she no longer wanted to do
what they were doing. After all, she wasn’t his girlfriend. How was he supposed
to stop her?
    Ethan sighed. Perhaps he really
should smoke that cigarette. But then he rolled down his windows and the
cigarette was thrown outside.

Chapter
12 – Ultimatums and Decisions
     
    His lips were soft against hers as
they moved in a rhythm she had grown accustomed to, yet it never failed to make
her weak at the knees. His hands were on her hips, squeezing occasionally and
rubbing gently. They were standing outside the door of her apartment with
nothing but a few trees concealing them. If anyone walked right up to the path
that led to her door, they would discover them. But a passerby walking on the
street would not see them.
    He had come to drop her off and
their goodbye kiss had become prolonged. When she felt his hands push up her
skirt, she thought of stopping him but his lips were warm and his hands were
gentle and there were butterflies in her stomach and her heart was fluttering.
Her head rolled back as he kissed her neck. His hand trailed over her underwear
and she moaned with the anticipation of his inevitable touch. He pushed her
against her wooden door as his kiss became rougher.
    “Ethan,” she moaned. “Maybe we
should- move this somewhere else.” Her words were separated with gasps as his
hands had now hooked her underwear to the side and his fingers were pumping in
and out of her.
    “Why?” he smirked against her
neck. “Don’t you like a bit of adventure?”
    She moaned and clutched his shirt
as he rubbed her clit. He knew how to render her speechless.
    “W-what i-if s-someone sees us?”
she sighed as he continued his gentle touches. How was he managing to do
this?
    “We should give them a good show
then,” Ethan responded.
    When he removed his hand, Janet
was able to regain some of her senses. She watched as he brought his fingers to
his lips and sucked.
    “Mmm, you taste so good.”
    Janet blushed.
    “I can’t wait to taste you
properly.”
    “What?” Janet said, panicking
again. It was a little ridiculous to panic at this point, considering they had
had sex but she panicked every time he tried something new. His sexual advances
were too bold for her as she struggled to keep up with them. Ethan smirked,
pecked her on the cheek before kneeling down. He pushed up her skirt and pulled
down her underwear, removing it from one leg and then another.
    He laughed as she attempted to
close her legs in her

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