While Google tried finding a way to get in touch with him, Ethan was busy celebrating his success a little different than he expected.
"Y'know… you're really, really handsome…" Lillian said. The blush on her cheeks and her slurred voice made it clear that she was drunk.
Her arms were wrapped around Ethan's neck as her face inched closer towards his, her pink lips parting slightly and aimed for his.
It was obvious what she was about to do—but how had things escalated to this point in the first place?
------------A few hours ago------------
Ethan groggily made his way to the kitchen, his sluggish steps betraying the fact that he had only just woken up.
For the past few days leading to Sentinel's launch, he had barely gotten any sleep, if at all.
Between anticipating Nathaniel's moves, pulling James Brock down and making sure nothing went wrong he had barely gotten any sleep, the adrenaline had kept him going longer than he thought possible.
