Aria
"Breakfast's ready," I called into the living room.
Ethan was sunk into the couch, laptop open, fingers flying. He looked absurdly focused for someone who had woken up before me. We hadn't slept much the night before. Ethan made it up to me. I was pretty sure my moans had echoed down the hall. Worth it. I couldn't stay mad at him for long, even if I tried.
He closed the laptop, stood, and crossed the room in two strides. He kissed me soft, quick and then grinned as he sat. "Thanks for the food, wifey."
I squinted. "Excuse me? You don't get to call me that when you haven't proposed yet."
He winked with a shrug. For a heartbeat I let my mind wander. What would it feel like to spend forever with him? The thought was warm and terrifying. We'd both got scars. We'd both carried heavy t
