CHAPTER TEN
LARA’S POV
I hated grocery shopping alone. Not because it was stressful. But because nobody warned me adulthood involved standing in supermarket aisles debating whether buying scented candles was financially responsible. It wasn’t. I still bought one. Vanilla scented. Because my apartment deserved personality.
By the time I got home, both my arms were aching from carrying bags.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, struggling to unlock my door without dropping anything.
“Need help?”
I turned immediately. Ethan Of course.
He leaned casually against his apartment door wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, looking far too relaxed for someone who kept witnessing my suffering.
Without waiting, he took two bags from me.
“You bought half the supermarket.”
“I got excited.”
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