Elena’s POV
He didn’t wait for me to make up my mind. He stood up and walked over to the couch.
“I’ll sleep here tonight. You can have the bed,” he said calmly.
“I haven’t made up my mind, Ethan,” I snapped, sitting up. “Why should I be in the same room with you? What if you try something I wouldn’t like? And how did you even know I was about to be strangled?”
He scoffed, almost like my question annoyed him. Before I could say another word, his eyes were already shut. He was lying back on the couch like he couldn’t care less.
I sighed and slowly got into bed, my thoughts still running wild. I didn’t even realize when I drifted off to sleep.
By morning, I was awake again. The room was quiet. I looked around, but he wasn’t there.
“Where could he be?”
Before I could get up from the be
