"Maya, what the hell are you doing sitting outside without a jacket while it's like fifteen degrees?"
The sound of Ethan's voice surprised me.
I licked my dry lips, pushing out a worried breath as he came closer to me. I didn't even know if what I was feeling was fear or excitement, or maybe even both. I was trying to keep my breathing under control, but I could tell that I was terribly failing.
He sits next to me and stares hard at me, and I wonder what's going through his head. Was it hatred since I interrupted him?
Ethan runs his hands over his face, and I'm already regretting the decision of letting him sit next to me badly.
"She's pretty," I said.
"Yeah, she is."
Ouch. So that means he has really moved on to someone else.
"I thought you were into brunettes."
