Guilt spurred me into action the second Ethan turned his back. I was already sprinting before the heavy door clicked shut behind him.

"Ethan, wait!"

The sterile corridor stretched out under the harsh fluorescent lights. Ethan was speed-walking, radiating a barely-leashed fury. His broad shoulders were locked tight, fists clenched at his sides. He didn't look back.

"Ethan, it's not what you think!" I blurted out, sounding like a walking cliché. "Please, just wait!"

He kept walking.

I broke into a run.

I caught him right before the exit, slamming into his hard back and wrapping my arms tight around his narrow waist. I buried my face between his shoulder...