Lisa’s POV
When I woke up the next morning… the first thing I remembered wasn’t the television or falling asleep downstairs. Or even Ethan carrying me upstairs, it
was the way he leaned close to me before saying goodnight. That pause, that brief second where I genuinely thought… He was going to kiss me. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, unmoving beneath the sheets as soft sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale gold streaks.
The room was still quiet, too quiet and unfortunately, silence gave thoughts entirely too much room to breathe. Friday, of course it was Friday… Which meant work, which meant seeing him. Wonderful, I muttered. I shut my eyes briefly before exhaling into the silence of the room, maybe being half asleep made everything feel more intense than it actua
