Elizabeth's POV
I watched him walk angrily out of the cafe, only to return a little later. “No, this won't do. Let's talk it out."
He took a seat and looked me straight in the eye. "How many times have you done it?” he asked.
" Done what,” I inquired, feigning ignorance.
He glared at me and I immediately perceived that it was the wrong time to lie or pretend, so I remained silent. Staring deeply at him.
“Elizabeth,” he said, leaning back. “You look pale. Nervous, maybe?”
I clenched my jaw. “Cut it out. … say whatever you came back to say.”
Ethan's grin widened. He tapped his phone with one finger, like a cat toying with a trapped bird. “You’ve seen the picture, I don't need to describe what happens. But I imagine you’ve replayed it a dozen times in your head. Wondering who else mi
