Chapitre 285: Those Kind Of Rugs

Demyan 

Ethan's eyes were on me as I laid out the different tile samples I had picked for his space, placed the wall paint samples on the walls I imagined and stuck the mural pieces against the wall he had picked. I displayed down to the wood I had picked for his custom made desk, coffee tables, shelving and even the fabrics for couches, pillows and rugs. 

It was extensive research because Ethan did not really know what he wanted so I had to pick what I felt he always gravitated to in each and every one of his houses. 

His hands were tucked into the pockets of his trousers. The tie around his neck was loosened and the first two buttons were undone displaying a fraction of his hairy chest. His hair was still pristine and even though he looked slightly tired he had the most beautiful glow to him.