Adea
Ethan was still asleep when I opened the door, I crept back into his darkened bedroom, his naked torso separated from the sheet as he lay sprawled across the bed.
For a moment, I forgot what I needed to discuss with him, forgot Shane, forgot the note, and I just admired the powerful muscles on his back, every detail on display under the moonlight, his hair a tousled mess from sleep.
Biting my lip, I can’t help but fidget as I make my way to him. I continue to the bed each step harder, heavier.
I place the letter on the bedside table before I turn to face him. I slipped into bed beside him and curled into a ball away from him.
The bedsheets were now cold and a line of goosebumps rushed down my arm. How do I tell him I’ve brought another problem to his pack, to his life, to us?
Lo
