with me tonight?" Ethan asked out of nowhere when we made it back home.
My stomach dropped.
"Yeah, sure," I said. "I can cook something."
"I love your cooking, but I want to take you out somewhere."
I swallowed thickly.
"Okay … but, won't the paparazzi bother you?" I asked.
"I can manage something to get away from them."
"Okay then," I smiled.
"It's a date."
My heart swelled.
"Uh …" I didn't know what to say. I couldn’t think of anything, and when his hand touched mine, my mind just froze. Completely.
"You already said yes."
"You know, this shirt makes you look fat." I drew a grin on my face.
"Stop that!" he said in a serious voice.
My face dropped.
"Just stop it, Anna," he said again. "You always do that, you always change the subject or just block me out and shut down on me whenever I mention something that you don't want to talk about. Stop doing that, please."
"What do you want me to do, Ethan?" I pulled my hand away from his and folded my arms in front of my chest; it was distracting, I couldn't think right when he was touching me.
"You already know that I want more than the 'Just Friends' thing." His voice lowered to a whisper. "I want more – with you."
I fought the tears, promising them that I'd set them free later, when I was alone, like I always did. "There is nothing I can offer you more than friendship, Ethan," I whispered.
"Of course, there is," he said. "Anna, I like you so much, I like being with you, you always make me feel better. I need you in my life, more than you can know."
"I can be in your life, I already am ," I tried, pain wrapping my voice.
"I want more. I need it."
"I don't do that, Ethan," I said. "This whole dating thing … I don't do it. Not anymore."
"Anna, I'm not him ."
My chest burned.
" He wasn't him at first, but my disability taught him how to be what he became," my voice cracked. "He broke my heart. Broke me . I can't go into this all over again, I won't bear it, it'd kill me."
"Anna, please." He was touching me again, this time with both of his hands on my cheeks, hugging my face between his hands, his voice just above a whisper when he spoke, "We could be something really good, don't deny us this. Don't prevent us the happiness we can bring into each other's lives." His forehead touched mine. "You like me, right?"
I bit my trembling bottom lip, paused for a few moments, then nodded.
"Let me take you out tonight," he all but begged. "Please!"
"Okay," came my shaky, hesitant replay.
I heard Ethan sighing in relief, then his lips replaced where his forehead had been on mine and he kissed me tenderly.
"Thank you, you won't regret it, Anna. I promise."
I wish I didn't believe him then.
"You're not going to make me look like a clown, are you?" I asked, a bit worried and wondering if I’d made the right decision when I decided not to bother Sandra with asking her to come over.
"It's too tempting."
"Jonathan!" I gasped.
"Don't blame me, bitch," Jonathan said right into my face. "I’ve had the hots for Ethan Fucking Thompson since longer than I care to admit. I introduced you to his singing for fuck's sake, and now you're going out on a date with him just because you have boobs! It's not fair!"
"Hey! It's not only because I have boobs!" I defended.
"And a hoohah."
"Jonny!"
"Shut up and stay still, I'm applying eyeliner." The pout I was hearing in his voice almost made me laugh, but I had to hold it in since I didn't want him to mess my face up and all.
When Jonathan was finished with my hair and makeup, he helped me with zipping up my dress – my black chiffon, strapless, short dress. I fumbled with my necklace's lock for a few moments until I got it in place and then I heard a thud.
"Jonny, you alright there, buddy?"
I heard a groan.
"Jonathan, you're not trying on my shoes, are you?"
He choked out a, ''No."
Ugh! Unbelievable!
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Ethan asked. We were sitting in a quiet corner in some