Ethan sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, holding a cup of black coffee.

He checked his watch as I walked into the room.

“It’s only nine thirty,” he said.

“We have time.”

I sat down next to him on the velvet cushions.

The thick velvet caught against my silk robe.

Ethan set his coffee cup on the glass table.

“Look, I’m so sorry,” he said.