Ethan's POV
The house always felt big. But tonight, after she left, it was unlovable.
Lyra didn’t look back when she walked out, and I don’t know why that tiny detail hit harder than anything she said tonight.
But it did.
More than it should, and more than I want to admit.
I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it owed me an explanation. The room still held her scent, vanilla, clean and warm. It had clung to the sheet, and it annoyed the hell out of me. It tempted me even more.
God. What have I done?
I should’ve let her go hours ago. I should’ve handled this with the same cold logic I use for everything else in my life. But the moment she stepped into my space with those wide, ocean, stubborn eyes. Something in me shifted.
Not because she was b
