Noah
"I ended things with Bree," I say, before he can ask, before the moment can turn into something I have to explain badly instead of just saying plainly.
Ethan goes still in the doorway, something shifting across his face too fast for me to fully read. "You did?"
"This afternoon. Right after you walked off from the fountain, actually." I set my phone down, needing something to do with my hands. "It wasn't fair to her. I was using her as a distraction, and she deserved better than that, even if she didn't clock it herself."
"A distraction from what?"
I look at him, and something about the careful, hopeful way he's watching me makes the honest answer easier to reach for than it's been in weeks.
"From you," I say. "Obviously."
He crosses the rest of the way into the kitchen, sitting
