Jane
I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly I’m crying.
I’m sprawled out on Ethan’s chest, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. His brow furrows with concern, and he takes my face in his hands, searching my eyes for answers. “Sweetheart, what is it? Was I too rough with you?”
I shake my head, not feeling up to speaking at this particular moment. Ethan relaxes slightly, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Then what’s wrong?”
Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to me? Doesn’t he realize how powerful those words are? What they mean to me? Does he even remember that first time? How difficult it was for me to tell him even before I’d had my heart smashed to pieces?
Before I can reply the door swings open, and I hear Linda’s shocked voice break the tension-laden air, “Oh my G
