my own apartment?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just... I don't know. We have to think of a better way."
"Well, I can think of one way."
"What's that?"
"If we have sex with each other, then we don't have to worry about it."
My jaw dropped. "Really, Ethan?" I could feel my face flushing, and my heart was beating rapidly because I didn't absolutely hate the idea. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. But he was also an asshole that would take great pleasure in having me submit to him. The fact was that he was gorgeous and it might be really fun to sleep with him. Not that I was going to tell him that. I wouldn't tell anyone.
"I'm just saying it's a suggestion. You scratch my itch and I'll scratch yours."
"Next," I said, shaking my head and taking another bite of my pizza. I was not even going to engage in this conversation. I wasn't going to let him think it was acceptable in any way.
"Next what?" He said with a sly grin. "Next as in let's go home and do it right now?"
"No!" I almost screamed. I could see one of the boys who was kicking the football look over at me. "It's okay," I put my hand up and then groaned under my breath. "Ethan, we cannot have these sorts of conversations."
"Why not? I don't know about you, but if I'm attracted to someone and I'm interested, I let them know. Or is that not how it's done in England?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, in England if you want to bang someone, what do you say?"
"Well, you certainly don't go up to them and say, 'I'd like to bang you.'"
"Okay. You just say, 'I want to fuck?'"
"No, of course not," I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Is that what you do?”
"I'm joking," he said. "I'm just joking. Don't take everything so seriously. Lighten up. We don't have a king and queen here. You don't have to have a stick up your ass."
"I don't have a stick up my ass.”
"Would you like one?" He winked and looked down at his crotch. He was such a schoolboy.
"What do you think?"
"Well, it doesn't have to be any old stick. It can always be my stick." He did air quotations and wiggled his eyebrows as if I hadn’t already gotten what he was intimating.
"Oh my gosh! You did not just say that."
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." He licked his lips and then stood up.
"Come on. Let's walk back home."
"I'm still eating my pizza."
"You've got one mouthful left, Molly. Finish that and we'll go back home. We'll watch a movie or something."
"I haven't even finished with the list."
"I think I kind of get the point, right? You want me to be a better roommate. I'll do my best, and if there's things that you think I'm not doing well, you just let me know then and there. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."
"Fine," I said. I chewed on my last piece of pizza, and I jumped up. "So what movie do you want to watch?"
"I don't know. You can choose."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm feeling generous tonight," he said, "but first let's stop at the liquor store because I need something a lot stronger than that Bud Light."
"Okay."
"And don't worry. I'll get you something to drink, too."
"Wow, big spender."
"Well, I got $20 to my name, and I don't want to waste it," he grinned. “I’m a baller.” He rapped and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. He was annoying and a goof, but I sure did enjoy hanging out with him.
Chapter 13
Ethan
"So, how would you like my friend, Jose Cuervo?" I held up the bottle of tequila, and Molly just shook her head. “A shot, a glass, or straight from the bottle?”
"I'm not really much of a tequila girl if I'm honest."
"Oh, no? Why not?"
"It gets me really drunk."
"No worries, we can both get drunk tonight."
"I have to work tomorrow, and I assume you have to work tomorrow, too?"
"So then we just have one shot, maybe two," I laughed. She just shook her head at me.
"Whatever you want to do, Ethan, that's fine. I mean, you're the one buying, so I can't really tell you what to get."
"True. True," I laughed at her, paid for the bottle and then we headed outside. There was a drunk guy standing right outside the door, and I placed my hand in the small of her back to guide her in front of me.
"Hey, get me