Julian's POV
Ethan's couch was starting to feel like home, which was a bad sign. I'd been sprawled there for three days, living off takeout and cheap whiskey. The only sound was the faint buzz of his TV and the occasional curse from him whenever his game lagged.
"Man, are you seriously planning to run away from Catherine forever or just until your balls dry up?" Ethan's voice cut through.
I didn't even look up from my glass. "Shut the fuck up."
He laughed, stretching out his legs on the coffee table. "That's a yes, then."
"It's a 'mind your business,'" I muttered, finishing what was left in my drink. "And I'm not running from anyone. We literally saw each other in school."
"You mean while she was kissing another nude?" Ethan snorted. "You've been camping here for three days, dude. Don't bullshit me. If this isn't running, I don't know what is."
