“Ethan. I know I can’t force you into anything. But I need to know who you are. I will not ask you every day about your lovely or terrible past or even about who you are. What we can do is take one step at a time. I share something about me, you do the same. Slowly. This won’t mean anything if we don’t do that.”
“We may adjust to the start, but later, you know what’ll happen. And I kinda don’t want to leave this job so.”
We both giggled a little as he cupped and kissed my forehead.
“Can you try?” I ask, looking into his eyes, pleading.
“I can try.”
“Thank you, Ethan.”
He smiled and locked his lips on me before breaking our interlocked action. He bit my lower lip, filling me with electricity and pushing me away.
“Get back to work now,” he said playfully and in a deep voice.
I laugh
