Chapter 98

" You know Michael...", Ethan says as we lie on his bed to sleep after the long day.

" Uhm...?", I hum.

" You are great.", he finishes his sentence. I tilt my head to him and he is smiling at me.

" How am I great?", I ask.

He opens his palm and starts counting on his fingers. " You are an artist, yo...

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