I left my room and walked toward his.
The door was slightly open.
Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone. He didn’t notice me until I knocked.
“Can I come in?”
He quickly locked the screen.
“Of course.”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
“Are you still angry with me?”
He placed his phone on the bedside table. “I’m not angry.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re waiting for me to confess to something.”
He sighed. “Can we not start this again?”
“Fine.” I moved closer. “I came because I thought we could spend some time together. You know, you made a promise.”
His expression softened a little. “Come here.”
I sat beside him, and he slipped an arm around my waist. For a moment, I rested my head against his shoulde
