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Ethan In Love

Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room. For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? *** Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Matli_Unicorn · LGBT+
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546 Chs

Testing My Luck

Ethan 

I spooned Demyan close to me. I tried to fall asleep but how could I when I knew he was upset with me? His eyes were closed but by how he constantly twisted his lips I knew he was not. The only way to get him to talk to me was to play it smooth and I was very lucky the children had decided to sleep with Malia or this chat would have been impossible. 

"Demy," I whispered in his ear and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "May we talk?" He kept quiet but I felt his heart race. I tickled his side which earned me a snort. I smiled, "I know you're not sleeping."

His eyes snapped open before he wiggled his way out of my arms, "I don't want to talk."

"At least hear me out," I begged. 

He let out a sigh then rolled over so he was facing me, "Speak."

"I'm sorry I said my house when it's our house," I sighed, "I should have talked about Wilhelm with you months ago."