I didn’t think. I bolted.
Bare feet slapped tile as I sprinted the few steps to the sink, phone clutched like a grenade. Cold water blasted on full. I shoved the device under the stream, watching the screen flicker and die in seconds. Satisfaction surged through me, sharp and wild. f**k you and your leverage.
Heavy footsteps behind me. I spun around, back pressed to the counter, water still running loud behind me.
The water shut off with a final, pathetic gurgle, but the silence that followed pressed in harder than the storm outside. Ethan stood there in the kitchen doorway exactly as I remembered him from the bedroom—shirtless, sweatpants riding low on those sharp hips, the same cut V of muscle disappearing into the waistband that I’d felt grinding against me not even two hours ago. Hi
