Just here to talk

"I wanted to talk to you..." Ethan decides to play it cool, not to dive right into any sex stuff{if Heather Alt =true} or drama{endif}.

"Ah," Layla nods slightly, her expression suddenly one Ethan can only describe as 'motherly understanding'. "Of course. Come, come. Have a seat."

Shepherding him into her living room, the tall blonde bades him to sit, escorting him over to her sofa. Taking a seat, Ethan finds the seat quite comfortable, which helps considering how inherently uncomfortable he feels. Layle keeps standing, her expression warm.

"Can I get you something to drink? Water? Tea?" She shrugs slightly, "Something harder?"

{if Gay >2}The thought of her rock-hard cock flashes in Ethan's brain, sending a tiny shiver up his spine{endif}"I'm fine."

"Alright," Layla sits down on the far end of the couch, the distance between her and Ethan practically negligible, but feeling like an impossible gap. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Ethan considers the question.

Truthfully, there were several topics he could choose from, but it's hard for him to say exactly what he wants to go with.