Ethan
"Not a lot of people would agree with you when it comes to that," I chuckled then gently took Demyan's hand in mine. I pressed it over my heart before letting out a sigh.
He had a pout on his lips before he started rubbing the area, "Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I didn't want to stress you. You may see me as something but other people don't."
"I don't understand why they would feel so entitled to have an opinion for my life," irritation was evident on his face, "It seems everyone feels like they have the right to decide what I must want in life and what I shouldn't."
I gave him a weak shrug, "You've seemed to have better luck with Malia."
His face hardened for a second before he breathed the tension away, "Things were different with Malia."
