I stepped into the house and let out a long, heavy sigh, sagging against the door for a moment before kicking off my shoes. Today had been one heck of a day. My brain was still playing catch-up, flipping through every weird moment, every lingering glance, every what-the-f**k-was-that interaction I’d had with Ethan. I needed a shower, sleep, and maybe an entire therapy session to process all of it.
But, of course, the universe wasn’t about to let me relax.
The sound of the TV humming in the background caught my attention.
I stepped into the living room, only to be greeted by the sight of Anya's boyfriend slouched on the couch, one arm thrown lazily over the backrest, the other holding a half-full glass of something—probably whiskey, knowing Anya’s taste.
My brain scrambled for hi
