The cell phone was still lighting up, meaning her father was still calling her.

"You're not going to answer?" Ethan asked, murmuring into her hair.

Kylie popped her chin against his chest and smiled faintly. She wanted her father to suffer the torment of anxiety as she had done all these years before because of him and his decisions. Kylie simply shook her head and cuddled in further, tracing her hands on his bare chest before slowing trailing them down.

"If you keep going, you're not going to let me finish this work…" Ethan slyly said as he eyed her. Kylie smiled and replied, "Before this goes any further, can...