The firm hand steadied me before I could stumble. I raised my teary face to meet the warm blue eyes staring down on me.
“The last time I checked people watch they're going” Ethan said, his voice with that usual warmth. I blinked, my senses catching up as I quickly masked my tears.
“Or you like moving with eyes closed” he teased. Relief softened something inside me almost immediately.
“Ethan,” I said quietly.
A small smile touched his lips.
“Mmhm. It's me.” His eyes studied my face briefly. “Where were you going that you weren't watching where you were going?”
I opened my mouth then closed it again.
Honestly, I had no idea. I had left the library angry. Then I had looked at those stupid pictures online. Then I had spent the last ten minutes walking around this house trying not to cry
