The next morning, I woke up tangled in Ethan’s sheets, the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. His room smelled like him—woodsy, warm, and comforting. As soon as I opened my eyes, the memories of last night came rushing back, and my cheeks burned like a wildfire.
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow beneath me. It didn’t help. I was absolutely giddy, grinning like a lovestruck fool. My heart felt lighter than it had in years, and no matter how much I tried to play it cool, the joy bubbling up inside me was impossible to ignore.
What had I done?
The flashback hit me, vivid and consuming.
After our picnic, we’d driven back to Ethan’s house. The car ride had been quiet but charged, every glance between us sparking something electric. By the time we stepped inside, I cou
