XYRA'S POV
We were all silent.
The silence on the bus ride back from the escape room was heavier than a backpack stuffed with textbooks.
We crammed ourselves in. We were each lost in our own minds.
I stole glances at Ethan, my stomach churning like a washing machine on a spin cycle. His normally sunny face was clouded, a crease squeezed between his brows. He tapped his foot restlessly on the ground. He must have been as anxious as I had been feeling at that moment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity measured in awkward seconds, he turned to me. My breath hitched, a lump trapped in my throat. "So," he began, his voice low and gruff, "do you... I mean, did you... like, love him?"
The question slammed into me like a dodgeball to the chest. My cheeks flushed hotter than the midda
