ETHAN
There are many things I've learned to hate about Ace Parker. To be more specific I've started making a list.
For one he was so nice that it seemed unnatural, he had no respect for private space, he kept coming around the cabin when it was clear he wasn't needed, and worst of all he felt as if he could buy Andrew's affection with money.
"Ethan, could you help me put this aside?" Andrew asked cradling his caste as he tried to look pleaded at the gigantic box that was blocking the path in the hallway. Ace was doing it again; buying Andrew so many gifts that he started feeling uncomfortable
"What is that?" I asked, turning to look at the package from the living room Sofa. From what I could tell, it must have been some sort of machine to be packed in such a large box. I just hoped it
