The Talk

**TRACY SCOTT**My mother has no business in this feud. This Antonov shouldn't bring her up for any reason, it's the effect of the drugs making me hear things that were never said. Turning back to the door, I turned the knob and went inside since he might be lying and Ethan is long dead. Like mine, the room had a big bed in the

middle, Ethan laid carelessly on it, his legs spread wide apart, and one hand hanging out the edge of the bed, about to fall off.

I shook my head, finding the position very funny.

It looked like mine. TV, air con, big bed and no sign of being restrained.

I walked up to him carefully, running my fingers through the top of the fabric feeling how soft it was. Sleeping on a bed like this was like fucking heaven on earth.

Placing my butt on the bed, I crawled to his position, hovering slightly over him, running my eyes off his face then down to other parts of the body. As hard as it was, I can't hide that this man helped me through a lot, saving him was the right thi