Repress it for now

Ethan forces the thought down and out.

It was not something he was going to think about.

A minute later Layla returns, phone still in hand. “You need to do laundry,” she frowns, not looking up as she takes a seat. “You have no fresh towels.”

“Yeah,” Ethan blinks, feeling very in over his head. “IUm, are you texting her?”

“Why yes,” she scoops up her glass and takes a sip before setting it back down. “We’re having a very riveting conversation.”

She’d had the phone for less than five minutes.

Layla giggles to herself, then holds the camera out, taking another selfie only with Ethan definitely in the frame. He’s certain he looks like a deer in the headlights in the picture.

“What are you…” He reaches for the phone.

“Tut, tut,” she pulls it away. “Not done yet…” Her eyes scan the screen, a coy smile curling her lip. “Hm…”

Ethan waits another few minutes, siping down the last of his wine anxiously.

“Oh…” Layla pouts, “She’s going to bed, well there goes my fun…” She turns to Ethan, offering back his phone. “There. Job done.”

Swallowing Ethan takes it from her, unsure what sort of mess she made. He’s about to look through the conversation when Layla lets out a big yawn.

“Well. I think I’d better call it an evening.”

Ethan looks up from his phone. “Oh, really?”

“Hm, sadly,” She pulls herself off the couch, flatting out her skirt as she stands. “I’ve had far too much to drink, and I think you’ve got something else to think about than me.”

Looking down at his phone, Ethan can’t disagree. “Okay…”