Bab 292: Porridge

Demyan 

Ethan swung the axe so fluidly that when it connected with the wood it came apart so easily you would have thought he was chopping into butter. He had given me his jacket to hold which I did like the dutiful boyfriend I was. He wore a muscle tight long sleeve shirt underneath that held onto his muscles perfectly. 

That used to be Ethan's upper class fashion. Muscle tees, jeans, sweatpants, if you were lucky sneakers but most times it was always slides. Seeing Ethan in his shirt made me feel insecure about my own muscles, clearly I was not paying enough attention in the gym.

Ethan was that person you were not sure if you were in love with him or if you wanted to be him. The lines were often so blurred that sometimes I envied the man he was but became even happier that he was all mine.