Fiona
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Ethan announces, pulling a suit jacket on. I glance up from the TV where I was watching one of my favorite movies with a sea-wandering island girl and a demi-god.
“Okay. I think I’m going to stay here, if that’s okay,” I tell him, curling my legs up beneath me. I don’t feel like being at home by myself right now, and honestly, his couch is much more comfortable than mine.
“Actually, I have something for you,” Ethan says, pulling a white envelope out of his jacket pocket. “I didn’t want you to feel abandoned while I’m gone, so I scheduled you for a massage to give you some time to relax.”
He holds the envelope out for me. It has my name written on the front, and when I open it, there are two vouchers for massages.
“Two?” I ask.
“Yeah, in case y
