“Get out of my house. Tonight.”
The words came out flat from his mouth. I got on my knees again.
“Ethan, please. It’s already late. Where am I supposed to go?”
My voice cracked. I was still naked. The wetness between my legs had started to dry and feel sticky. The smell of the delivery man was still on my skin.
He did not look at me when he answered. “I don’t care. I don’t want to see you for another second.”
I stood up immediately, shaking. “Just let me take a shower. Please. I can’t leave like this.”
“No.” His voice stayed flat. “Pack your things and get out. Now.”
I had no fight left. I walked to the closet on unsteady legs and pulled out a small bag. My hands moved without thinking. Underwear. A pair of jeans. A t-shirt. A hoodie. I did not even choose them carefully. I just sh
