Demyan
Ethan in a furniture shop was equivalent to taking a five year old shopping for clothes. He was such a blank wall that pieces that got me excited got an interesting hum from him as he ran his hand on his short beard then picked out the most hideous floral couch I had ever seen.
"Are you just pulling my leg now?" I folded my arms over my chest as my hip naturally popped out.
His smile, bless the angels who helped create it, made me weak at my knees as he wrapped his arms around my waist then pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, "Maybe."
A loud snort left me as I looked at him in disbelief, "Ethan, we both have companies to run, we can't be walking around in circles. Give me something so I can work on this."
"I'm trying but nothing calls out my name," he groaned as he picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist as he walked around, "I really like these ateliers."
