I'm Not Scared

Demyan 

After we had dinner, I asked Ethan if I could borrow his laptop so I could send my assistant a list of things I would need for a private design job. I was pretty much avoiding my phone and it was much easier to log into my account with a laptop anyway. 

"You don't have to order anything expensive, Demyan," Ethan chuckled as he placed his hands on the back of the dining chair as I looked through my personal catalogue. 

"I won't don't worry," I smiled up to him, "I just want to make sure its beautiful and stands the test of time." He nodded already yawning, it was pretty late at night and I could feel my own exhaustion setting in, but the sooner I could get the list through, it could arrive early the next morning. "You can go to bed if you want," I looked up to him, "I won't be long."

"I'll take a shower," he kissed my cheek before trotting back to the bedroom.