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“Don’t even think about it” I start to get to my feet but by the time I stand up, he’s within ar my head “Don’t,” I plead as he stretches his hand out towardcloser to et sticky”

“I think you need to get sticky” He takes another step towardagainst a log on the ground

“Ethan, I swear to God, please don’t,” I plead with ross and ht”

He sighs, lowering his hand to his side “I won’t just as long as you tellabout earlier,” he says I open ain, but he holds up his hand “And don’t tell me marshmallows, because I know that’s not true You had that look on your face, the one you get when you’re thinking about so that upsets you”

I frown at the fact that he can readabout How I’ to happen today, toether or whether he even wants to be with me in the future since he refuses to talk about it I know he loves me and sometimes I think he can’t even help it Ethan’s never been one for planningabout our future ht be scared of e ht become if we did commit—ould happen to our relationship

“You’ve been so h my silence

My frown deepens He’s right I have been really o Micha had been there for a few days playing at a concert Seeing Ella and Micha againabout my future with Ethan

It was Ella and Micha’s six-month anniversary as husband and wife and they seeh I’m happy with my relationship with Ethan, I want to be his forever, and Ethan has already e and all that “ridiculous nonsense” (his words not mine)

It’s not like I want to get married today or even in a year because I don’t I’m not ready for that yet, but I want to know that five or ten years down the road we could be standing up in front of awhat Ella and Micha have

“Just tell hts with a fake sexy pout “Or else I’ to have to stuff this rumpy because you’ll be all sticky”

I narrow my eyes with my hands on my hips “You wouldn’t dare”

“You don’t think so?” he questions, elevating his eyebrows

I sigh, knowing he would do it in a heartbeat and laugh at me But it’s part of why I love hi for a way around this without telling the truth to avoid hi uncomfortable and weird like he always does whenever anyone starts talking about life and the future “I’ and I need a shower”

He studies me intently with his head cocked to the side I think he’s buying it until suddenly his tattooed ars forward and he stuffs melted marshmallow into my mouth