Page 79 of Chaos has a Name
He’d experienced it when his mother died.
He’d experienced it when social services came to take him away and they couldn’t locate his actual parent.
They’d experienced that with his alcohol benders.
This was just one more ghosting that he’d perpetrated at their cost, and there wouldn’t be a way to talk him out of it. Ethan would bet his next paycheck on it.
“You have to make that decision. We can figure it out, one way or the other. I'm good with being back. I’m not good with Wyler pulling this.”
She leaned against him.
“I worry about our children more than anything. What happened to Charlie...”
Oh, he understood the situation.
Her near abduction had been a wakeup call, and they had added extra layers of protection to ensure it didn’t happen again.
Out here, those extra layers were non-existent.
The other side of this was also just as difficult to navigate.
If they left them back in DC, they wouldn’t get to see their grandfather before he died. If they kept them here, she and her team would have to go without protection to ensure they were safe.
It wasn’t an easy choice.
“I’m just frustrated,” she said. “He should have faced us and had a conversation with us. This feels foul.”
On that, he agreed.
Then again, Wyler would always watch out for Wyler. Even after ten years of being on decent behavior, that still reared its ugly head.
Like when he’d married Maeve, and left them all in the dark. That had stung, and was just more proof of the whole situation.
“Then, let’s go home. You’re not happy here,” he said. “We all know we left here because of the situation. Coming back isn’t easy.”
No, it wasn’t.
But then again, life wasn’t easy.
“I need one of those Magic Eight Balls to figure out what to do.”
Because he could see she was struggling, he lifted her chin, and kissed her softly on the mouth. The gentle kiss went deeper, intensifying.
In that mating of mouths, the lust rose up, and it caught them both off guard at its timing.
The last three days had been a sexual wasteland—as in no one was getting laid because it had been chaos. Now, that need was there, it was a good way to refocus.
The bottom line was that he needed her, and she needed him. Why not find each other in the storm?
Instead of backing off, Ethan pushed further into the mating of mouths.
Going deeper, trying to distract her, and make her forget, he hoped she’d find peace. In fact, he was also trying to forget.
It had been a rough few days for all of them, and what he needed now was to reconnect with his wife.
She always calmed him, and he hoped that he could do the same.
Taking her mouth, and plunging deeper into the kiss, he did battle with that need and the desire to comfort her.
