I kept wiggling around in bed, unable to close my eyes as Ethan held me in his arms.
"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered. He sounded as if he almost fell asleep. "Can't sleep?"
"No," I said, keeping my voice as low as possible.
"Should I sing a lullaby?"
"No!"
"Hmm...Tomorrow's Sunday." He held me even more firmly and brushed his lips against my bare back,
"Want to go on a date?"
I turned around to meet his gaze, "Don't you have a meeting in the afternoon?"
"That can wait. I'll tell Sam to take care of it."
"Why would you bother him on his weekend?"
"So what? He doesn't have a wife. But I do."
I kept silent, hearing his words. Since I knew- arguing with that man was futile.
"So, a date it is." He said, seeing me silent.
"Hmm, sure."
A sudden realization hit me as I gasped, making him startle, "What's wrong?" he asked looking concerned.
