“You act like a bad guy, but I don’t think that’s what you are.” Ethan shifts closer, and I feel his muscles move beneath the soft flannel he’s wearing. “No? Then what am I?” I watch him watching me. “I think you’re a good boy.” His lids lower. His body goes tense against mine. And then the hand on my chin shifts so he’s palming my cheek. “Say that again.” He moves even closer, until our bodies are flush. “Call me that again.” “Ethan?” I slide my hands up his stomach, over his pecs, to his shoulders. “Are you my Good Boy?”
