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Chapter Seven

Ethan

Ethan set his backpack down by the door and flipped the lock behind him after the door closed.He kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket before he headed toward the kitchen. Glad to be home early, he decided he wanted to make dinner instead of ordering in.He busied himself with chopping vegetables and shredding a rotisserie chicken he’d bought for the dish, and he hummed to himself as he glanced at the clock, knowing Sebastian would be home soon.As he cooked the chicken and veggies for the enchiladas, his mind drifted.

He smiledas he remembered earlier that morning.Each time they made love, desperation for Sebastian’s touch and the pleasure he drewfrom him had Ethan begging for more.Although they hadn’t put a name to their relationship, the word boyfriend seemed childish to both, but Ethan still referredto Sebastian in that way.At least in his own mind.

They’d spent many a night laying in bed, talking about everything. Nothing had changed, excepthe could lean in and kiss Sebastian whenever he wanted.Before long, he drew Sebastian on top of his body and begged him until Sebastian made love to him.

Everything was out in the open.

He told Sebastian how his feelings developed into something more.He admittedjealousyas Sebastian dated, but that no matter what, he would always support the decisions Sebastian made because he wanted the best for him.

Sebastian understood and apologized.

But Ethan waved it away, knowing they were together.Although their relationship was new, they often spoke about their future and Ethan realized Sebastian, while not quite admitting it aloud, was committed to Ethan and their relationship.

Every night, Sebastian would make love to him, despite the number of times Sebastian had asked for Ethan to be top.Greedy, Ethan had begged Sebastian to fuck him until he’d given in.They both loved every moment.Ethan knew someday he wanted to make love to Sebastian, but for the moment,he enjoyed the way things were.

And when they weren’t together, Sebastian liked to text him during class.

Ethan would remind him he should pay attention, but Sebastian was brilliant and in reality, it took little effort for him to pass his classes.

He glanced at the clock before he put the assembled dish in the oven and set the timer.Sebastian would be home soon and after dinner, they had the entire night and weekend together.And despite Ethan waking Sebastian that morning with a little blowjob and then riding him until he shouted his name, Ethan’s body warmed at the thought of Sebastian inside him again.

He walked toward the couch and picked up the crime thriller he had been reading.Before he settledagainst the arm of the couch, his favorite spot to read, there was a knock on the front door.He hadn’t heard the buzzer or intercom and wondered if Sebastian had forgotten his key.

He peeked through the peephole and spotted a shock of platinum blonde hair. Ethan groaned aloud, he debated whether he should open the door. But relief washed over him at the fact that Sebastian wasn’t home yet and figured he should find out what she wanted.

Ethan drew a deep breath and let it out before he opened the door.He held the door against his shoulder and frowned at the fierce look that Amber had directed at him.

“Can I help you?”

Instead of answering, she hissed at him.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Ethan leaned against the doorframe and tightened his grip on the door handle, blocking Amber from viewing inside their loft and giving her no room to barge inside.

“Well, I was cooking dinner.Since it’s in the oven, I'm sittingdown to read.”

“Don’t be stupid.You know what I’m talking about.”

Ethan shrugged, having no clue what she was on about.“Nope. I need specifics.”

He watched as she grew angrier when she realized he didn’t understand what she meant.He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to antagonize her and keep her on his doorstep for longer than necessary.She somehow got into the building, but he wasn’t in the mood for her and whatever game she played that day.

Ethan’s phone dinged, and he pulled his cell from the back pocket of his jeans.He glanced at the message and smiled.

I miss you. -S

Hurry home, then.I miss you, too.

What are you doing? -S

Your ex is yelling at me about something I’ve done.

Fuck.Be right there. -S

Ethan still had a smile on his face when he pocketed the cell and glanced at Amber, who hadn’t moved from her spot right outside their door.She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor, acting as though Ethan had the nerve to waste her time.He held back his scoff at her attitude and looked at her, waiting.