Three months had passed since the night Ethan decided to fight. Three months of secret dates, late-night calls, and careful navigation around a family still healing from the explosion. But tonight, under the soft lights of Ethan’s apartment, everything felt like it was finally falling into place.
Noah stood by the large window overlooking the river, a glass of wine in hand. Ethan came up behind him, wrapping strong arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “You look like you’re thinking too hard again.”
Noah leaned back into the embrace with a small smile. “Just reflecting. A lot has changed.”
It had. After that passionate night where Ethan had bound him and claimed him so completely, they had faced the storm together. Chloe’s anger had been the hardest. For wee
