Chapter 93 Ethan's Temptation

• The sun had barely set when my phone buzzed, flashing with Ethan’s name on the screen. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks, not since he’d all but vanished after our last argument. The memory of that final heated argument, coupled with raw desire, still haunts my memory, an unresolved sinew that would keep on refusing to fade away.
• I answered, letting the silence stretch before I spoke. “What is it, Ethan?”
• “I need to see you, he replied, his voice rough, almost pleading. “Tonight.”