Emily’s POV
I glanced at the clock on the wall and felt a jolt of panic. It was far later than I’d realized. I had gotten so caught up in the easy conversation and the laughter that the hours had flown by without me noticing.
A small frown tugged at my lips as I turned my attention back to Ethan, who was still leisurely eating his dessert, entirely unbothered by the time.
“Ethan,” I said, my voice breaking through the comfortable silence. “I just realized how late it is. I really need to get going.”
He looked up at me, spoon halfway to his mouth, and arched his brow. “What’s the rush? It’s not like you have a curfew.”
I rolled my eyes, unable to hide a smile. “I may not have a curfew, but that doesn’t mean I should stay here all night. Come on, hand me the plates so I can wash them q
