Aria
"You know you don't have to go through the hassle of dropping me off and picking me up every single day, right?"
Ethan didn't even glance at me as he pulled into the clinic's lot. His hand rested casually on the bike, a smirk already forming on his face.
"And yet I am," he said, casting me a sideways look. "And you haven't complained."
I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my lips curled before I could stop it. Damn him. He had a point.
Ever since that night, he'd made it his routine. Morning and evening—no excuses. I told him I could handle the commute. He told me to stop talking so much and hop on. That was Ethan. Rough edges and stubborn silence. And somehow, it was starting to feel... familiar.
The past week had been a strange mix of normal and surreal. Clinic by day, Ethan by
