Ethan
Two days have passed since the dinner, and I still catch myself thinking about it. Not just the dinner itself, but everything that’s happened since. The breakfast we had. The conversation with Amelia in the library. The way things feel different, even though nothing has changed.
I don’t know what to make of it.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to matter.
I shake the thought off as I step into my office, nodding briefly at my assistant before closing the door behind me. Work should be a distraction, something to ground me, but even now, my mind keeps drifting.
I don’t know why I was being nice to her.
Maybe it was easier than pretending not to care. Maybe I was just tired of the distance. Or maybe—
No. It doesn’t matter.
A knock at the door pulls me from my
