4
Max
Ethan sits next to me in my office, curled up on a chair and wrapped in a thick pyjama, a robe and a fleece blanket.
“You know, it’s not that cold, right?” I poke at him and he glares back.
“Yes, it is. I hate the cold. Hate, hate, hate.” He curls up more before he nods to my desk. “So, what is the plan?”
“We need to figure out a couple of things. See how to plan our year.” I point at the short list in front of me. All the points that Alexia made and a couple more that I thought of later.
Ethan lets out a deep sigh. “What's the first on the list?”
“The ceremony, when do you want to hold it?” It’s down to him, when does he want to do this? I don’t care if it’s soon or later, that all depends on what he feels is right. I don’t care if he is showing yet or not, but I think Ethan
