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Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga

It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room.

For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. 

For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. 

For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. 
Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? 

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Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Ethan In Love

I sat on the bed as Demyan hopped around the room trying to adjust the waistband of my sweatpants. "Why don't you wear the pants I bought for you?"

"Someone might recognise my arse," he turned around to look at his butt's reflection in the full body mirror, "It's very distinctive, voted to be one of the best actually."

My lips parted in surprise shock as I wondered what the hell he was talking about, "Demyan, people recognise you by your face not your ass."

"Not in the ballet community, I can identify anyone with the simple picture of their arse, shoulders and thighs. It's a principle in the ballet world," he explained as he grabbed my brown hoodie.

"So then why are you wearing my clothes?" I folded my arms over my chest whilst I raised my eyebrow eager to hear what his answer was going to be. Something in me told me it would border between an insult and a compliment.

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