Don’t ask me why I'm staring at this man as he lays on his couch clutching my hand.
The couch I struggled to get him on.
The struggle started from the club, he had looked at me believing I was Natellie until he staggered back and fainted. He was running a fever, which I thought was weird because it happened in a second.
I brought him to his house, Yes I drove the McLaren.
He looked like someone who would have a fit about that when he gets up but that’s the least of my worries for now.
Ethan kept murmuring her name with extra gibberish and I wondered just what happened between them, his brows crinkled and I used my finger to smoothen it out.
I used a cold water towel on him but it wasn’t going down, he didn’t want to be taken to the hospital.
I was getting worried but he started swea
