“Don’t do that to me again,” Nico blurted. Ethan halted in the doorway. “Please,” Nico added quietly, then cleared his throat. “Don’t.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t do what?” “C’mon, you know exactly what. You wanted me to hear you? I abso-fucking-lutely heard you. Fine, good. Whatever. But if this is a game, and you’re playing with me to make your husband jealous—”
