This time, however, Ethan didn't lie to me.
I changed my clothes and got into his car.
I had originally planned to sit in the back, but when we got downstairs, he opened the passenger door for me.
Seeing me hesitate toward the back, he raised an eyebrow and let out a soft chuckle. "What, you wake me up in the middle of the night to look up a badge number, and now you're treating me like your chauffeur?"
I was tongue-tied and didn't dare say a word.
As the car started up, silence settled over us once more.
Through the window, I watched the empty streets. The car was filled with a scent that was painfully familiar.
The car freshener mingled with the clean, subtle scent of soap on him. As if possessed, I turned my head slightly to steal a glance at his profile.
Perhaps my gaze was too
