Page 65 of Designing Love
“It’s decent,” I say casually, feigning indifference.
He raises an eyebrow. “Decent?”
I shrug playfully. “Might need another taste test tomorrow, just to be sure.”
He chuckles, eyes shining. “Deal.”
As we finish eating, Ethan leans back, “It’s the last weekend of the farmer’s market. Want to go?”
“Sounds perfect. But first, I need to shower and get a fresh change of clothes. I should probably head to Sage’s and…”
“I’ll come with you,” he interrupts quickly, eyes widening slightly at his eagerness. He clears his throat, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, if you want company for the walk over there.”
I grin, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. “Company sounds great.”
He smiles, satisfied, squeezing my hand gently. “Good.”
We head to Sage’s. Outside, we stroll on the beach, fingers intertwined comfortably. The early autumn air is crisp, filled with the scent of salt and distant woodsmoke. Ethan glances at me thoughtfully, his thumb gently brushing my knuckles.
We arrive back at the eclectic beach house, and Ethan opens the door to let me step inside, instantly surrounded by the lived-in warmth of Sage’s creative clutter.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I say, nodding toward the mismatched armchair near the window. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”
He settles in, looking strangely at ease amidst the vibrant disorder. “Take your time.”
After a quick shower, I dress comfortably in jeans and a soft sweater, feeling refreshed and buoyant. As I step back into the living room, my heart jumps slightly at the sight of Ethan casually flipping through one of Sage’s books on abstract art.
“Find anything good?” I ask, moving toward him.
He looks up, smiling gently. “Mostly confusion and mild anxiety. But I’m trying.”
I laugh softly, extending my hand. “Come on, let’s hit the market. I imagine Sage is already there.”
* * *
Heading to the market grounds, Ethan leans into me. “Hey,” he starts hesitantly. “I just wanted to say — last night, this morning… it’s been perfect.”
My cheeks blush, and I duck my head slightly, smiling shyly. “It really has.”
He pauses, tugging me gently to a stop on the sidewalk, his expression suddenly vulnerable. “You know, about everything moving quickly... I don’t want you to think it’s just impulse or convenience. I’m falling for you.”
My heartbeat quickens, a smile breaking across my face, equal parts relief and joy. “I’m falling for you too, Ethan.”
His shoulders visibly relax, tension leaving him instantly. He grins crookedly, squeezing my hand. “Good. Because honestly, I’m way too far gone already.”
I laugh softly, nudging his shoulder playfully. “Me too.”
“Hey, Ethan!” Claire’s voice breaks through our moment, and we glance toward her as she crosses the street, waving energetically. Her gaze flickers knowingly between us, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Aw, look at you two. Already adorable this early. I might gag.”
Ethan rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Claire.”
She scoffs, grinning wickedly. “Please. I’m just glad Sophia’s here to improve your social standing.”
“I do what I can,” I tease lightly.
Claire laughs, nudging Ethan. “So, taking advantage of the beautiful day to enjoy the market?”
He nods. “Yep. Last weekend, figured we’d enjoy it.”
