Elena’s POV
I sat on the bed, lazily scrolling through my phone, when Ethan walked in. Same expression. That sad, heavy look he’d been wearing for days.
My heart sank. Again.
I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I couldn’t ignore it anymore. He’d been acting so… distant.
“Hey,” I said softly, setting my phone aside and walking toward him. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.
I sighed and moved closer, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.
But he immediately pulled away.
“Elena, I’m not in the mood,” he said, sinking onto the edge of the bed.
Those words again.
Not in the mood.
It had become his default answer.
We hadn’t had s*x in what felt like forever. Every time I tried to initiate anything, every time I reached for him, he’d shut me do
