Ava sat at the edge of her bed, staring at Ethan like he had just asked her to jump off a cliff with him.
“Move in with you?” she repeated slowly, trying to steady her voice. “Ethan, do you hear yourself?”
He stood in front of her, his suit jacket tossed carelessly on the floor, his tie hanging loose. His dark eyes locked on her with the intensity that always made her chest tighten. “I know exactly what I’m saying. I want you in my life. Every damn day, every night. No more running, no more games.”
Her heart squeezed at the desperation in his voice, but she forced herself to push back. “It’s not that simple. We barely fixed anything between us. You can’t just… move me into your penthouse like I’m a piece of furniture you can’t live without.”
His jaw flexed. “You’re not furniture. You’r
