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Although I’d encouraged Sean to return to his responsibilities, my chest ached as I stood on the doorstep Monday morning. His arms held me close, my feet hovering above the tiles, his nose burrowed into my hair, while Ethan’s truck rumbled upon the driveway where they sat waiting for him.
The honking of the horn finally had him pulling away. After a drawn-out kiss as my goodbye, I watched his slow steps to the other pickup, the reluctant climb in, the rough rub of his head before the engine growled to life. With a satisfied nod, Ethan rolled his vehicle down the driveway and disappeared out the gates.
Sean should have followed, yet eyes fixed on mine, his rigid arms stretched to the steering wheel, he didn’t move.
After five minutes of neither of us looking away, the return of Ethan
