mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Ethan took off his thin coat, and inside was a white vest, which was not very close-fitting. He looked very thin in it, with his arms exposed. It could be seen that his muscles were well trained, but he was too thin, which did not look deterrent.

He was wearing dark green overalls with a vest tucked into his trousers. After changing his shoes, he squatted on the carpet and stroked his hair, saying, "I can stay for two days this time."

"Stay at my house for two days?"

"Why... aren't you welcome?" Ethan still had the same set of thin silver bracelets on his wrist, and matched it with a thick silver necklace. It looked like a rock star from the last century.

I asked him to sit on the sofa, but he didn’t sit on the sofa. He wanted to squat on the carpet and look through a very old photo album. He talked to me while flipping through the book. I asked him if he was hungry, and he said he was not.

"Okay, you can stay for a few days, you are welcome." I poured a glass of water for Ethan.

He asked, "Is there any wine?"

"Stop drinking," I said, "it's getting late."

"It's okay." Ethan stood up and put the book back to its original place. He went to the wine cabinet to read, chose a bottle of red wine, and said, "Have a drink."

I nodded and went to the kitchen to get the cup and decanter bottle. Ethan came in with me with the wine in his arms and said, "I'm serious, a drink is a drink, and no one should drink too much."

"Don't worry, you just need to control yourself, I will never drink too much."

"Just half a glass," Ethan said, "I'll just take a half."

Half an hour later, I changed the guest room with new quilts and sheets, cleaned the kitchen, and cut fruit for Ethan. He didn't eat anything. He stood by the dining table and poured two and a half glasses of red wine.

"Come."

Ethan raised his eyes to look at me, beckoning me to clink glasses with him, the glasses collided together, and the crimson liquid swayed and swayed in the glass.

I took a sip, and Ethan took a sip too, saying, "This wine is too soft."

"Drink whatever you want, I just moved here, and I haven't encountered any good wine."

"The next time I ask my mother for some treasures, I'll bring them to you."

After saying this, Ethan raised his head again and took another sip.

I said, "Thank you."

The dining room is not turned on too brightly, but there is light from the living room, so it is still dark in general. Ethan's eyes are the brightest on his face, his jet-black pupils slide slightly, his gaze lifts up and falls on my face.

He raised his head again, took the remaining half of the cup into his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and swallowed it bit by bit.

Then, gently put down the quilt.

"So... fierce?" I said.

In fact, he didn't drink much, but it wasn't a real elegant and leisurely drink. After drinking, Ethan licked his mouth and said, "I'm done."

"Relax." I said.

He said: "Believe it? You won't be drunk?"

"No." I shook my head.

I thought he was going to the living room, but his feet moved forward a few centimeters. Suddenly, we were so close. I put down the wine glass and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want to say something?"

There was no smile on Ethan's face. I sensed that he might be nervous, but I couldn't figure out why he was nervous for a moment. I asked, "What happened?"

He raised his hand, put it on my shoulder, grabbed the fabric of the shirt, and the clothes were wrinkled, he moved close to me, touched my mouth with his mouth, and left again.

"Let's discuss something."

Ethan whispered.

His hand let go of my shirt, this time, it was on my shoulder, and he said, "Let's discuss something."

"What's the matter?" The sudden enthusiasm made me feel flattered, and even a little overwhelmed. Reserved and withdrawn can't solve anything. The smell of wine wafted up. Although no one was drunk, it made the atmosphere unusual.

I hugged Ethan's waist, and then, even tighter, I leaned up to kiss him, and he didn't resist at all, his wrist was on the back of my neck.

After kissing for a long time and parting, the lights dimmed and the temperature was rising, I leaned up and kissed Ethan's plump upper lip again before asking, "What's the matter? What are you discussing?"

"Do you still want to discuss it?" He spoke slowly, his voice became a little different, with a kind of laziness, a kind of lingering, while looking at me, he put his hand on my belt.

Opening the metal buckle vigorously, it seemed to be really hard, Ethan's breathing became different, he said: "Do you know why you drink? Because alcohol is strong and cowardly."

"Are you emboldened?"

Before he could answer, I cupped his face and kissed him. His hair rubbed against my face and it was a little itchy. After more than ten seconds, he spoke out of breath.

Ethan said, "Courageous... strong."

His expression was a little aggrieved and flustered, as if I was the one who took the initiative first, and he said, "Can you take a shower first? Go take a shower first."

Ethan was acting coquettishly when he spoke, sounding like he was about to cry. My palms were pressed against his back, and he stared at me with wide eyes, then stretched his hands behind him, pulling my hands down.

Moved a few centimeters, Ethan closed his eyes, leaned forward to kiss actively, our ups and downs of the chest pressed together, closed his eyes, couldn't see anything, I touched the back pocket of the overalls, and the two pieces that covered the pocket cloth.

The breath is full of the scent of Ethan's body, like the kind of green peaches that grow in the field, cut open when they are half ripe, a slightly sour fruity scent, and the smell of green grass mixed in.

There was a small sound in his throat, his hands were still holding my wrist, he was trying to step on his feet, or trying to change to a more comfortable standing position.

Between breaths, he said, "I bought that, that...you know what I'm talking about?"

"I don't know." I teased him deliberately.

So he squeezed my wrist even harder and said, "It's fine if you don't know, I won't say it, it's quite embarrassing."

Later, I heard the faint sound of cars on the road outside, and my hands, already pulled by Ethan, were put in the two pockets at the lower waist of the overalls.

In fact, I don't know what's going on tonight, but judging from Ethan's tone of discussion, he is probably very conflicted.

After taking a shower and going to bed, he still held my neck and said, "Don't mention anything after dawn, we are all adults, and it's normal for something like this to happen."

"Okay," I said, kissing the corner of his mouth, "I won't ask any more."

"do you miss me?"

"Think." I said.

"I think so too," he said, with naturally affectionate eyes, thick and beautiful eyebrows, and long, messy hair, so he looks casually beautiful, "or maybe it's loneliness."

Immediately, he added: "Actually, I'm doing well, it doesn't have to be like this."

I think his explanations are useless to me, because I know he is very guarded against me and afraid of having a fixed and intimate relationship with me.

He needs time to heal himself, and I, am ready to face any outcome.