The door closed with a soft, final click.

Ethan stood just inside my room, back against the wood, watching me. The only light came from the hallway seeping under the door and the faint glow of the streetlight through my curtains. It was enough to see the tight set of his jaw and the dark focus in his eyes.

I sat up slowly, the blanket falling to my waist. My old t-shirt had slipped off one shoulder. I didn’t fix it. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.

“Ethan…?”

He didn’t answer right away. He pushed off the door and walked toward the bed....