ethan lived with his head in the clouds, wishing he could transport into one of his games. women were hardly a strength of his. they were the opposite. men? he at least understood them enough, shared the same brains with some. naturally, they came easier. and no, he didn’t mean thatway but he couldn’t deny it was also applicable. the point was daisy made him nervous. she kept him on his toes, and he never knew how to act or respond. sometimes that meant he was inappropriate. “you say things like that and i…”he laughed awkwardly while his nails scraped the back of his neck. “i can ever tell if you want to fuck me or kill me.”
