(Reese)
My mind went back to the conversation with Noah earlier even when I tried my best not to go there.
I was sitting on the couch with my phone in my hand and the evening settling around me and I had told myself I was going to call Ethan and go over the Friday logistics and that was all this night needed to be. Practical. Straightforward. No space for anything else.
But the kitchen kept coming back. The way he had leaned against the counter and just waited. The words that had come out of my mouth before I could stop them. The look on his face when they landed.
I picked up the phone and called Ethan before my head took me any further.
"Reese, is everything okay?" Ethan asked.
"I don't know," I said.
He was quiet for a second. "Talk to me."
"I feel like I'm doing something wrong,
