Page 233 of Affair

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He lifted a brow.

“What?”

Gene got up, and zipped up his pants. Then, he headed out of the room, leaving Ethan alone on the bed.

He was worried until he came back in, holding the telltale brown bag that he’d managed to wrangle away from Demeter.

His eyes lit up.

“Beignets?” he asked.

That was the most normal Ethan response. Someone was predictable.

“I know what my man likes. Want to have a snack in bed? Maybe shower away the cum and powdered sugar, and then, get messy all over again?”

Well, hell.

That sounded good to him.

Ethan patted the bed.

Handing him the bag, Gene got out of his clothing, locked the door—since Demeter was lurking, and climbed onto the bed.

When he did, Ethan went to sit between his wide-open legs. Like he enjoyed when his back was against Gene’s chest.

It reminded him of them taking a bubble bath, and it was comforting.

Opening the bag, Gene fed Ethan one of the pillowy squares of fried dough.

He sighed.

“That’s good,” he admitted. “That’s possibly the only thing I like in NOLA other thanHotel Monteleonewith Elizabeth.”

He understood that.

Gene took a bite, and just sat there, holding him. His head was resting on his shoulder. His scent of bodywash and cologne made him feel so comforted too.

This was his man.

After eating a beignet, Ethan went there.

“I’m sorry that I’m a mess,” he admitted.

Because part of that was his fault, not telling Ethan about what David Neives did to him all of those years ago, and not being able to protect him from the knowledge years later, he soothed him.

“We’re in this together. You have nothing to be sorry about, my love. Tell me. Did you have a session with Callie?” he asked, licking powdered sugar from his finger.

He nodded.

“She’s putting me back together again. I have to see her once a week until we work through what he did to me. Just be patient with me.”

Gene would be patient with him forever.

“I will never leave or not be patient with you. If you need me to go with you to talk to Callie, I will,” he admitted. “Trust me. I won’t leave you ever. Well, unless I die from incredibly hot sex. Then, well, know I went out how I wanted to go and know that you finally took me out with that ass of yours.”

He laughed.

His man was amusing.