Loe POV

“Baby, you gotta understand, it’s not what you think,” 

Ethan said, his voice low and rough, standing right in the middle of our cramped apartment living room with sweat still dripping down his forehead like he’d just run from something he couldn’t outrun.

His dark eyes kept darting between me and her—the side chick he’d been fucking behind my back. 

Chloe sat perched on the edge of our couch like she fucking owned it, legs crossed tight in those tiny denim cutoffs that dug into her thick thighs and showed off every curve she wanted the world to see.

My chest squeezed so hard I could barely breathe....