"Stormy Night"

The storm rolled in around dusk, dark clouds gathering on the horizon like an ominous warning. The wind picked up, rustling the trees and causing the old house to creak and groan. I was lying in bed, trying to distract myself with a book, but my mind kept wandering back to Ethan. We had barely spoken all day, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me too. As the first drops of rain started to fall, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I didn't like thunderstorms, and the idea of being alone in my room made me nervous. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding softly down the hall to Ethan's room. I knocked softly on the door, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ethan?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. "Come in," he replied, his voice low and husky. I pushed open the door and slipped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Ethan was sitting on the bed, watching TV and looking incredibly handsome. I felt a flutter in my chest as I approached him. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "I'm scared of the storm. Can I stay in here with you?" Ethan looked up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my appearance. I was wearing a pair of fuzzy shorts that were so short they might as well have been a skirt, and a matching fuzzy bra that left little to the imagination. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. But Ethan just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course, you can stay," he said, patting the bed beside him. I climbed into bed, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting to his proximity. The storm was raging outside, the thunder booming and the lightning flashing across the sky. But all I could think about was Ethan, and the way he was looking at me. As we sat there in silence, I could feel the tension building between us. Ethan's eyes kept drifting back to me, his gaze lingering on my legs and my chest. I knew I was turning him on, and it was making me hot too. I snuggled deeper into the blankets, trying to get comfortable. But it was no use. I was acutely aware of Ethan's presence, and the way my body was responding to him. As the storm raged on outside, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. Was Ethan going to keep his hands to himself, or was he going to make a move? And what would I do if he did?