Page 66 of Ewan

I paid the bills, balanced our income against our expenses, and made sure we didn’t fall behind.

He only asked if we were okay, whatever that meant in his world, and I said yes.

I should’ve known better.

I always teach my pupils how important good habits are. However, I somehow forgot to implement that teaching in my life.

So, his asking me about it gets me thinking, and his having zero patience with Joachim’s shenanigans only serves as a swift reminder that I did a lot of things wrong.

“You know what I mean,” he says, his eyes finding mine.

I wish we could stay like that forever, searching each other’s souls and learning things about one another.

“No, he didn’t. He was just a regular guy,” I say.

A deep masculine laugh rolls off his chest.

“Is that an excuse?”

“I’m not apologizing for him.”

“He wasn’t nice?”

“Nice?” He full-on laughs at me. “The man is a dick,” he says.

I study him while he keeps his eyes on the road.

“You’re not doing this for everybody, are you?” I ask.

He looks at me.

“You’re nice to me,” I say.

“Hardly,” he confesses.

“I appreciate your honesty.”

“I rarely have the chance to do this for anyone.”

“Why me?”

He mulls over this answer for a few seconds.

“Because I can’t get in bed with you.”

Oh, shit.

This type of honesty is brutal.

I don’t even know if I’ve heard him correctly.

“What?” I push out.

He flashes a smile.

“I can be direct with you, I hope.”

“Isn’t it too late to ask?”

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