Ethan Hayes By Friday morning, Ethan had reached a dangerous conclusion: Lena Carter was absolutely ruining his ability to function properly. Because now every normal thing felt distracting. Her wearing his hoodie? Distracting. Her sitting beside him during breakfast? Distracting. Her touching his arm casually during conversations? Catastrophic. “You’re staring again,” Noah said across the cafeteria table. Ethan didn’t look away from Lena. “Mind your business.” “She smiled at you and you forgot how breathing works.” “That’s dramatic.” “You nearly walked into a wall yesterday.” Unfortunately— also true. Across the cafeteria, Lena laughed at something Ava said before glancing toward Ethan instinctively. The second their eyes met, her expression softened immediately. And

