ログインSong Recommendation: Train wreck by James Author ETHAN'S POV I almost turned around twice before I made it to her door. Five days of silence will do that to a man. Make him rehearse a hundred versions of a conversation in his car, then abandon every single one of them the second his hand actually lands on the door handle. I told myself I wasn't going to push. I told myself that the whole drive over. Somewhere between her my house and this bakery, I stopped believing it. The bell rang before I'd even finished deciding what to say. "We're closed," she called out but didn't turn. Then she did turn, and I watched every ounce of color drain sideways out of her face. "Oh. Hi, Ethan." Bright and brittle, a voice built to hold a door shut. "What.. what are you doing here?" I asked her straight out if she was avoiding me. But I already knew the answer. Some part of me had known it since her mother stood in that doorway, sighing like she'd been carrying a lie too heavy to hold anymore.
Song Recommendation: Before you go by Lewis CapaldiISABELLA'S POVThe bell over the door was the last sound I wanted to hear that evening.I had the sign already flipped to closed, the last tray wiped down, flour dust catching gold in the low light coming through the front window. My feet ached in that good, worn out way they always did after a full day, and for one small stretch of silence before that bell rang, my head had been empty of everything except tomorrow's prep list."We're closed," I called out without turning, rag still in my hand.Then I turned anyway, out of habit more than anything, and every muscle in my body locked at once."Oh. Hi, Ethan." My voice came out too bright, too fast, like i was hoping nobody notices i was bracing for something. "What.. what are you doing here?""Izzy, are you avoiding me?" I walked past him toward the far table, I moved my rag over a surface that was already clean. "No. Never. Why would I avoid you hmm?""Isabella, I was at your house
ETHAN'S POVI woke up reaching for her before I even opened my eyes.My hand found a cold empty space where she should have been, and for a second I told myself she'd just gotten up to stretch her legs, maybe walked down to the water's edge to watch the sunrise. I sat up fast, scanning the tree line, the empty bench, the flat gray surface of the lake with nothing moving on it at all.She was gone.Not gone-for-a-minute gone as her side the mat was cold enough to tell me she'd been gone a while.I called her twice before I even stood up all the way, my thumb clumsy against the screen. Straight to voicemail. I told myself there were a dozen reasonable explanations. Her phone had died or she'd walked home for something ordinary and simply forgotten to grab it, same as she had the night before. I've never been good at believing my own reasonable explanations when it came to her.I thought of going to her but then I remembered I had a meeting that morning I couldn't move, investors were fl
ISABELLA'S POVThe cold breeze woke me before anything else did.My eyes opened to the gray light that comes right before a sunrise decides whether it's actually going to happen. For a second I didn't know where I was. Then I felt a blanket bed tangled around my legs and felt the solid warmth of an arm draped over my waist, then it all came rushing back at once.The lake. **I KISSED HIM! I FUCKING KISSED HIM!**I lay there very still, staring at the pale sky through the branches above us, listening to Ethan breathe slowly and even against my back. His hand had found mine sometime in the night and our fingers were still loosely laced together, like even asleep some part of him hadn't wanted to let go.That should have felt nice. It did feel nice, which was exactly the problem.I carefully eased his arm off me an inch at a time, holding my breath every time he moved, until I finally slid free of the blanket into air cold enough to make my skin prickle. I found my clothes in a soft pile
ISABELLA’S POVMusic Recommended: Better– Khalid The kiss deepened without either of us forcing it. His mouth moved against mine slow and careful, like he was still making sure I meant it. My fingers curled into the front of his jacket and pulled him closer until there was no space left between us. The cold night air brushed my cheeks but everything else felt warm.He drew back just enough to look at me. His eyes searched mine in the dark.“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said quietly.“I don’t want to stop.”His hand slid to the side of my neck, his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw as he kissed me again. This time it was slower, deeper. I opened for him and felt the soft sound he made against my lips. It went straight through me.We stayed like that for a long time, kissing until my lips felt swollen and my breath came short. When his hand moved under the hem of my jeans, his fingers spreading warmth across the bare skin of my waist, I shivered but not from cold. From how careful
ETHAN'S POVIt’s been three weeks of forcing myself to eat food that turned to sawdust in my mouth. Three weeks of lying awake staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, replaying the sound of her voice cracking apart on that until I knew every syllable of it by heart.I kept coming back to her face when she told me about Dominic. Not the anger in it, though there was plenty of that. It was the sadness underneath. I'd stood there and watched her hand me the worst parts of herself like she expected me to flinch away from them, and all I'd wanted to do was pull her close and tell her none of it changed a single thing about how I felt.But I didn't get the chance. She'd asked me to drive her home, and I had, because that's what she needed even if it wasn't what either of us wanted.I told myself giving her space was the right call. My staff later noticed my behavior was off. My oldest friend asked twice if something was wrong with me and I lied both times.The truth was simple enough.







