My hand shakes when I open the door.
"Can I talk to you? I know it's late, but..." Ethan asks warily.
If I didn't know better, I would say he was nervous.
"Sure." I move aside to let him in, my whole body tingling with the thought, "He is in my room. He is in my room."
Ethan looks around, his gaze touching every little possession lying around, and a half smile appears on his lips.
Finally, he turns to me, "Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you for some time now, but..." He stops abruptly and clears his throat. "Then this morning, it looked like we've finally established a truce in a way. So I figured now might be the right moment."
I nod like I have an idea where he is going with this.
Encouraged, he continues, "So, what you said at the dinner about your mate..."
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