The ride to the hospital was comfortable. We talked about everything, sharing bits and pieces of our lives. It felt good to open up to him, though I still kept some sensitive parts of my past to myself. I wasn’t ready to share everything just yet.

As he drove, I noticed he was steering with one hand. I don’t know why, but I’ve always found it kind of sexy when a man drives with one hand. His other hand held mine, and his face was full of smiles.

Things were different with Ethan. He didn’t pressure me to open up more than I was ready to, and that made me...