POV: Ethan 

Tristan opened his eyes. Chloe threw herself into his arms. She gasped for air.

I watched them. The hovering started again. She stared at him. He was the only person alive in the room.

Tristan flashed a weak grin. He tilted his head. He teased her.

Chloe blushed. She clung to him.

"You scared me, Tris," she snapped. She hugged him tighter. "Don't do that again."

He chuckled. He glanced at me. "I knew you cared, Peaches," he told her. "You only pretended to hate me."

He won without trying. I hated him. Her hands lingered on his chest. Her shoulders loosened. Her mouth softened. She never looked...