Chapitre 88: A Kid

Demyan 

I tried my best to sit without a pout after Ethan gave me a tour of the penthouse and we had eaten our cake. The penthouse house was beautiful with its own indoor gym, pool and a jacuzzi which I tried not to smile too much in case he got the wrong idea. 

It was weird for us to have a no sex rule, from the look of it, it seemed there was a no kissing rule too because he had made no effort to kiss me since I walked in earlier. The most I had gotten out of him was him holding my hand when he showed me the bedroom. It also stung that he had not moved my clothes to the other obviously empty closet. 

Yet I could not blame him, I was not giving him a lot of reasons to believe that I would definitely leave Malia and throw myself back into his arms. It did feel harsh though that he did not want to touch me, but I knew if the roles were reversed I would not want to bury myself deep in him when he was with someone else days prior.