Ethan
I held a bottle of beer in my hand as I walked along the edge of the pool whilst Charlotte and Emma dipped in the pool with Jesse as they played volleyball. Wilhelm had already started grilling as he animatedly chatted with Simon as they stood by the kitchenette.
It had been thirty minutes since I had last spoken to Demyan and I had given up hope that he would come downstairs. I knew him very well and by the look in his eyes, I knew he was not going to make this easy for me.
Everyone's chatter died down when the sliding door opened and Demyan, looking like he had just stepped out of a photoshoot appeared in the doorway. His beautiful hair was tied up into a ponytail as round framed sunglasses rested at the top of his head.
