Ethan had taken to sending me sexy text messages over the next few days. I would wake up with a hot text that would send me to the shower, pulsing between my thighs, and end the day with the same feeling as I slid into bed.
I’d never wanted s*x so badly in my entire life.
I hadn’t seen Ethan since Saturday, but I had secured a babysitter for our next date. Abby confessed she and Graham had been talking seriously about their future, including marriage and kids one day, and she was happy to get in a trial run. In the world of the rest of our friends, the fact that they’d been together for a year and weren’t married or engaged was a minor miracle.
I set the phone down with a sigh Tuesday afternoon and deleted another name from my computer.
Wyatt walked out of his office, pausing by mine.
