Chapter 6Ethan didn’t get back until three in the morning, managing only two hours of sleep until he was roused for makeup. Not that he minded. The cake he brought back with him was well worth fewer hours of sleep. A pristine, fondant covered buttercream and vanilla cake with stenciled swirls drawn on with edible marker. He was so proud of his work that he almost didn’t want to eat it. Instead, he placed it in his mini fridge, deciding to break it out for a special occasion. He wondered, vaguely, when Finn was having his birthday..
Finn…That boy was something else. As Ethan lay along his bedsheets and stared at his trailer’s ceiling, he thought of nothing but him. Who would have thought that such an overly energetic little ball of fangasam could have been so considerate? In Ethan’s past e
