"Ah?" Sofia had been equally restless these days, her mind constantly filled with images of Ethan's naked body. It wasn't because she had been a widow for too long, or out of loneliness—it was purely instinctual.
After Ethan's analysis, she had to admit that this young man ticked all the boxes for a perfect boyfriend.
A thirty-something young widow, fantasizing about an attractive eighteen-year-old boy. Just the thought was thrilling.
But rejecting him required a lot of courage.
Sofia hadn't responded yet, mainly because Ethan was paralyzed. No matter how adventurous she felt, the idea of being intimate with a paralyzed boy was a hurdle she couldn't quite get over.
"Mom, you really don't have to worry about me," Ryan said, gathering his courage to express the thoughts he'd been holding back. "I'm fine just reading in bed. You should do what you want to do. That would make me feel better."
