“But so was I, Ethan,” I said softly.
“Shit,” he muttered and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I know. You’re right, Gabe. I’m sorry. I don’t need to be pulling this shit right now.” His eyes softened and he grabbed my hand and gave it another squeeze. “Whatever you need, you’ll get it from me and the rest of the guys. You’re one of us.”
I wasn’t one of them. They were good and I was…well, I wasn’tgood.
“Don’t go with me, Ethan,” I said. “I don’t want you to see this side of me. It’s going to get ugly and I rather like the angelic opinion you have of me. No need to go and fuck that up, right?”
He barked out a laugh. “Angelic? Dude, you are so far removed from angelic that I’m surprised they allowed you to board a plane and fly in their air space.”
He was a beautiful man and even more beautiful when he smiled, and Ethan smiled often. There were times when I suspected my face would crack if I tried to make my lips do what his did on any kind of regular basis.
The pilot’s voice interrupted any argument I might have had regarding my angel status. We would be landing in five minutes. The airport we were flying into was small and about forty-five minutes away from Morganston Textiles. It would take about thirty minutes to get off the plane, gather our shit, and rent a car for the drive into Trenton Falls. This meant that somewhere in the neighborhood of about one and a half hours, I would be face to face with the family I hated. I’d be face to face with Kelsey, the only boy I’d ever loved.