Chapter 35

MAY. I unfurl from the couch, walking over to the door. "Who's there?" There's a grumbled response from a voice I don't recognize, and I peer in through the hole in the door. There's a man and a very drunk Ethan who seems like he's five seconds away from passing out. Groaning, I pull the door open and the man looks at me with wide eyes. He mutters something that I'm not quite sure I heard correctly, but sounds very much like, "Shit, Chase. Your wife's smoking hot." Ethan's dark lashes flutter open and he grins like a child upon seeing me. He pushes his friend off him and lunges for me, wrapping big arms around me. "Maaaaaayyy," he drawls, kissing the top of my head. "You smell so good." I freeze for all of two seconds before shoving him off me. It's a light shove, but he lands on his rump dramatically, and he laughs, lying on his back with his arms spread wide on the tiled floor. And he's turned my name into a freakin' song. Just how much did Ethan drink? "Hi," the pretty man sa