It All Started With A Lie

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Chapter 35: (Olivia's POV)

"God, where is your mother?" Cher groaned as we all sat in the kitchen for dinner. 

"I don't know, they should have been back by now," I said while my phone dinged on the counter beside where Ethan sat. "Can you check?" I asked while washing my hands. 

He grinned, grabbing my phone and reading from the screen. "It's your mom. They're not coming home tonight. They're staying with a friend, the meeting took too long," he said, putting my phone back down. 

"Great," Cher and I muttered in sync. "Just us youngsters then," Cher shrugged. Ethan and I looked at each other before looking at her. "Don't you dare make me feel old," she scoffed. 

"Okay," we laughed in sync. I gave out the food that we ordered in, which was Chinese and then we all sat around, eating and talking. After dinner, we all winded up, and then Ethan and I went to my room, Cher went into the guest room. 

"I love her but my god, she talks so much, it's tiring," I sighed, closing the door and turning to my bed, only to crash into him. His hands flew to my waist as he pulled me closer, smirking down at me. "Hello, there," I chuckled, putting my arms around his neck. 

"Hi," he mumbled, "I haven't gotten you to myself all day," he sighed. 

"What about it?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. 

"Your aunt had you all to herself," he rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, a pain in the ass she is, offering to help me sneak off to see you and everything," I scoffed. 

"How annoying," he said sarcastically. 

"So annoying, she's smart enough not to interrupt us," I grinned. 

"At last," he chuckled before kissing me. 

I rested one hand and the base of his neck, my lips moving in sync with his. "You know what's gonna suck," I mumbled against his lips while taking a step forward. 

He took one back and a few more after that which caused his legs to hit the bed and he sat down. "What?" he asked against my lips. He started lying back so I took that as my cue to straddle him, still not breaking the kiss. 

"When we won't even be able to see each other on Monday, let alone speak or kiss," I said, pulling away and looking down at him. 

"You're ruining the mood," he mumbled, "And anyway, it's just for one day, we'll be fine," he nodded reassuringly. I eyed him for a minute. 

How is he so okay with it? 

"I think. I hope. Oh shit, we're not gonna make it, are we?" he asked knowingly. 

"No, it's highly unlikely," I laughed. "We have to do it though," I shrugged, pulling my hair to one side so it wasn't hitting his face or hiding mine. He sighed, staring at me. I nodded slowly. He shook his head in response. I nodded again and he shook his head again. "We have to," I whispered. 

"God, don't say it again and again," he mumbled, "I'm trying not to think of it." 

I leaned down, kissing him again, pulling back after a minute. "Maybe that can help," I grinned. 

"No, I think you better try again," he smirked, pulling me back down. We kissed for a while. It started getting intense. Like really intense. A part of me thought we were going all the way tonight, but then he stopped me. "I don't want to do this with your aunt in the house," he chuckled. 

"Is anyone there at yours?" 

"Uh, yeah. Both my parents," he scoffed. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. "Someone's eager," he taunted.