POV: Chloe
To satisfy both guys, I dragged the table close to Ethan’s bed, sitting next to him, but not too close to provoke Tristan.
"Chloe." Ethan's voice from the bed, distracting me from work again.
"You're too far away. Come sit up here while you work."
"I'm fine at the table," I said, without looking up from the elevation drawings.
"But I can't see your face properly."
"Ethan, I'm literally four feet away."
"Four feet is too far when I'm sick." he whined like a baby, pouting to get my attention.
Tristan set his pen down...
He did it carefully, like someone placing something down to prevent themselves from doing something else with it.
He put it flat on the table, deliberately, a small and very controlled motion that somehow conveyed a great deal.
Then, he stood up.
"Sen
