We sit there for a while, merely holding each other. After a bit, Ethan continues working, and the sounds of his heart beating against his chest, the soft woosh of his breathing, and the clicks of the keyboard fill the room.
It’s strange, the comfortable silence that we find ourselves in, but I can’t deny that I love it. Being here with him, even if it’s because I was close to a mental breakdown, is nice. The way he holds me without effort, keeping me close as he works, its like I fit perfectly against him and don’t bother him. But no matter how much I like sitting here, I do need to leave him alone so he can work.
“I- thank you, Ethan. I should get back to work,” I tell him, sitting up and climbing off his lap.
“I’ll keep an eye on your situation, but until I can get more informatio
