Demyan
I would constantly steal chances to let my eyes shamelessly scan Ethan's body like the art piece he was. It was the first time I had ever seen him dress this way. He always wore suits and even though they were designer as well they were always safe. This was daring. This was extremely different for a man who often went the opposite direction when he saw clothing in gold.
He rarely brushed his hair back and now that he did, it displayed his magnificent jawline covered by his trimmed beard, his almost red lips had been stretched out into a smile since the whole family arrived and sometimes, if I was lucky, I would catch him looking down my body. It felt thrilling and for a moment I wished things were like how they used to be.
