ETHAN POV
She said I should hate her.
And for a second—just a second—I tried to find it, tried to reach for something that made sense, something that matched the way she was looking at me like she was something to run from, something dangerous, something I should have been backing away from instead of standing here like an i***t who had already crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.
Nothing came.
Not even close.
Because all I could see was her—standing there, breathing, angry and f*****g beautiful and here—not on the ground, not bleeding out, not slipping through my fingers while I tried to pretend I could do something about it.
So no.
“I don’t.”
She went still in that way she does when something hits too close, when it lands somewhere she doesn’t want to look at, and I knew—yeah, I
