My Cruel Bullies Are Now My Loyal Puppies novel Chapter 7

Though Ethan was younger, breaking through his defenses proved more difficult than with Blake or Declan.

As my tutoring period with him neared its end, we still hadn't made any breakthrough progress.

He maintained his previous attitude—flirtatious yet always stopping short.

Watching the sweet-smiling boy calling me "Tara" while working on exercises, I decided to end this quickly tonight.

That evening, I bought a few beers, drank just enough to get the scent on me, applied liquid blush, set my makeup so it wouldn't fade, and headed straight to Ethan's place.

The moment he opened the door, I immediately fell into his arms like a willow branch broken by the wind, "weak and boneless."

Ethan caught me, surprised.

"Tara, what's wrong?"

He looked down at my alcohol-flushed face, his brow furrowing in a rare absence of his usual smile.

"Tara, have you been drinking?"

Hearing this, I gazed at him through drowsy eyes, as if not understanding his question, adoringly raising my hand to trace his features.

"Ethan..."

"Yes, what is it?" he asked, holding my hand.

"Ethan," I suddenly became sad, seemingly struggling at the edge of rationality, "what am I supposed to do with you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I like you, Ethan."

Red-cheeked, I looked at him, confessing my "truth" in my drunken state.

Ethan froze momentarily, then asked enticingly:

"Then why won't you accept my confession?"

"Why? Because you're too good, Ethan. So many people like you, why would you need one more? You're younger than me, surrounded by beautiful girls. I'm afraid of getting hurt. What should I do, Ethan?"

I asked what I should do, but my words were full of barely contained feelings for him.

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