Is he going to kiss me?

Chapter 21

Kierra's POV

After walking in on my mom having a date at home, I snuck out of the house and somehow ended up in an underground boxing club and one of the fighters was my long-time crush and best friend's brother, Ethan Grayson.

I wanted things to be interesting but not this interesting.

What was Ethan doing here? How long had he been here? Was this a one-time thing or not? Why did I still find him so hot?

Little beads of sweat were glistening as they rolled down his body and his muscles seemed more pronounced as he stood triumphantly over his dazed opponent. I felt hot all over just staring at him and I wished I could reach out and touch him.

I managed to restrain myself and continued to just stare at him from the sidelines and then he saw me. I hadn't been expecting him to suddenly look in my direction and when he did, I froze, getting goosebumps all over when the look of shock on his face changed to one of anger.

He didn't wait to receive whatever prize they were about to give to him before pulling off his boxing gloves, climbing out of the cage, marching over to me, and grabbing my wrist.

"Come with me," he said in an almost-growl before dragging me away without even giving me a chance to refute. Then again, it's not like I could even if I tried.

The crowd cleared a path for us and Ethan led us into a room where he finally let go of my wrist and closed the door.

"Now tell me, what the fuck are you doing here, Kierra?" he demanded, furious eyes fixed on me.

I was too scared to meet his gaze and swallowed as I struggled to respond. Ethan's presence seemed to fill the whole room and it made it hard to think much less talk.

After a few minutes passed and I still hadn't talked, Ethan sighed and said more calmly now, "Are you okay? Did anything happen to you while you were in the crowd?"

I shook my head silently before slowly raising my head to meet his gaze. He looked much calmer now even though he was still panting heavily.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah. Listen, you can't tell anyone about this. Got it?"

I nodded slowly. It wasn't like anyone would believe me even if I did. I still didn't believe it either. Ethan Grayson? Fighting in an underground boxing club? This was something I would never have imagined in a million years. He was always so calm and collected. This was so out of character for him.

I glanced around the room Ethan had brought me to. It was small but clean. There was a small locker on one side, a red leather couch, a table, a mirror, a dressing table, and a stool. Ethan was currently standing by the dressing table.

My eyes were instantly drawn to him and I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my belly. His hair was matted with sweat and stuck to his forehead. It was only when he pushed his hair back up that I saw the little cut on his forehead.

"Ethan, you're bleeding!" I gasped, running over to him quickly.

"Oh, this? It's nothing. I'll be okay," he said, shrugging like it was nothing but it wasn't nothing to me.

"Do you have a towel or something that I can use to clean it?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the cut.

"Key, you don't need to worry. I'll be fine," he insisted.

"Well, I am worried, Ethan. Is there a towel I can use?" I asked again and he sighed in defeat. "It's over there." He pointed at the locker and I rushed there and grabbed a towel which I ran water over in the bathroom before coming back to him and trying to clean his wound. Because he was seated and I was standing, it felt a little uncomfortable but I tried to ignore it and focus on cleaning his cut. However, Ethan noticed and he stood up abruptly.

"Ethan, wh–" I was asking as I stood to my full height when Ethan suddenly grabbed my waist and placed me on top of the dressing table. I had not been expecting this and couldn't hold back a gasp as a shiver went down my spine due to the sudden contact.

"There. Is that better?" he asked with a little smile. I nodded silently again and forced myself to look back at his cut and not at him. While cleaning his cut, I was aware of Ethan's piercing gaze on me but tried not to pay attention to it.

However, after a while, I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Okay, what is it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"You know what I mean. Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Why do you ask? Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a little smirk as he peered deep into my eyes. I was held captive by his gaze and could feel myself getting sucked into the blue depths of his eyes. I also became aware of how close our faces were getting and I felt hot all over.

Whatever was about to happen was wrong but it felt so right at the same time and I didn't want it to stop. I couldn't even if I tried.

As Ethan's face drew near, I was a little shocked when he veered to my right. I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheek and ear and it caused a burning sensation down there.

He hadn't even touched me and it already felt like torture. It was hard to explain just how much Ethan could affect.

When I felt his lips graze the crook of my neck, I didn't know what came over me but a soft moan escaped my lips. The sound was so foreign to my ears and I could feel Ethan pause. He probably thought I was a slut now.

When he drew away and glanced at me, I felt like dying from embarrassment and looked away. To my surprise, Ethan cupped my cheek and made me meet his eyes as he chuckled and said, "You're so beautiful when you're embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed, Key? Want me to make you moan again?"

My lips parted as I stared in shock at Ethan, unsure of if I had heard him right. His hands went around my waist again and he picked me up from the dressing table. Then with my legs wrapped around his waist, he walked over to the couch and placed me down with him still between my legs.

He cupped my cheeks again and as he drew close, my eyes fell shut. Was he going to kiss me?