Wasn’t this what I wanted?
For him to act like nothing happened?
For things to go back to normal?
Then why did it feel like someone had wrung all the air out of my lungs?
I watched Ethan from the corner of my eye, the way he stood there so casually, drinking his coffee, like he hadn’t poured his heart out to me last night.
A tight ball of frustration curled in my stomach.
Did it mean nothing to him?
No.
I knew it meant something. The way his voice had cracked, the way his fingers had trembled when he touched me—it hadn’t been fake.
And yet, here he was. Smiling. Teasing me. Acting like nothing had changed.
It pissed me off.
Gritting my teeth, I turned toward him, my footsteps heavy as I walked over.
"Why are you acting like nothing happened yesterday?"
Ethan stilled.
