Everything happened so fast.
One moment, Ethan is kissing, and the next, someone—Ian, I’m sure—yanked me away from Ethan so hard that I found myself on the floor, cursing under my breath at the wave of pain I felt in my butt. Ian didn't seem to realize that he'd pushed me; he was too angry at Ethan to realise. And then, the next thing I know, Ethan is on the floor, too, with Ian on top of him, punching him so hard that I thought he was going to do damage to Ethan's face.
Shocked, I scrambled to my feet and shouted, my voice cracking: “Stop! Ian, stop it!"
At the sound of my voice, Ian looked at me, his fist hovering above Ethan's face. When he saw the tears running down my cheeks, he unclenched his fist and got to his feet. Ethan was still on the floor, groaning. I looked at him, search
