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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

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Ethan

Demyan looked like a ghost of himself as he sat next to me on the couch. After the chaos of this morning, we had both showered including Uncle Vas who borrowed Demyan's clothes to wear. Now that Demyan's hair was reverting back to loose curls and his face was completely scrubbed of make up he looked like himself again. 

Which put me in a weird position myself. I had been all over him last night mostly because of how beautiful he looked, but that was because he looked like Uncle Vas. Was that an underlying issue? But anyone would be mad not to think Uncle Vas was beautiful, you'd have to be blind therefore I could not be blamed. He was like a fourth father to me. It would be highly strange. 

Yet for some reason I also could not bring myself to look at his face. It was too weird.