Ethan sat down like he owned the place.
Just casually settled into the chair, legs spread, hands clasped together between them, staring at nothing in particular. Like this was totally normal. Like it wasn’t insane that he had been outside my damn window before knocking on the door at an ungodly hour.
I just stood there, arms crossed, watching him.
He didn’t fidget. Didn’t try to explain himself. Just sat there, staring around, like my glare wasn’t boring a hole right through his head.
The silence continued to stretch between us until he finally broke it. "You told me to come in."
His voice was so damn calm—like he was just pointing out an obvious fact.
I let out a sharp breath. "That’s because I was just being..." I trailed off, trying to find the right word, but nothing fit. What
